As I age, wonder
grows more frequent. I wonder
where I left my keys
and if I’m up to speed.
I wonder if I spoke too soon
or if I said too much.
I wonder if I took my meds
and what it was the doctor said.
I wonder if I was right.
I wonder if they’ll ever see the light.
I wonder, wonder, wonder when
all this wonderment will end?
JDG
We can’t open our hearts
if our minds remain closed.
We can’t open our minds
if our hearts remain closed.
They’re two sides of a single door.
Neither opens alone.
JDG
As a child I learned
about the birds and the bees.
Now, in my eighties, I get
my pleasure from watching them
flit from flower to flower.
JDG
Boldly announcing
the arrival of fall, trees
have a golden touch
that eases the grayness we
feel from rain’s hurried visits.
JDG
Tail wagging, a toy
in his teeth, Knox invites me
to put down my book
and play. I try to say no,
but he knows hw’ll get his way.
JDG
Autumn can only
get a few words in
as Summer goes on and on.
JDG
I know I try your
patience with my need for help
with technology,
but I didn’t grow up with
computers and smart iPhones.
JDG
If I want to attend
a symphony, I only
have to step outside
and listen to the birds.
JDG
Perched on a tree limb,
two cardinals loudly complain
about my delay
in providing them the seed
they so desperately need.
JDG
This autumn morning
the pond lies still and waiting,
ready to provide
food and a resting place for
all avian travelers.
JDG
