Determined no seed

would go to waste, those small birds

pecked and pecked til there were none.

JDG

Narratives, our own,

and others’, are often not

seen as the constructs they are.

JDG

I was well prepared

for the big storm that wasn’t,

but much less prepared

for the mini storms of my

ordinary, daily life.

JDG

Prepared as we can be

and waiting for a storm

we hope won’t come.

JDG

Just beyond the ridge of my worry

lies an unexplored field of calm ….

at least that’s what they say.

Do I stay with a terrain I know

or keep going until I come

to that supposed field of calm?

The choice is always mine.

JDG

Got to sleep a bit,

a tiny bit, longer but

the bird committee

got together and sent two

large ravens to wake me up.

JDG

Just two days ago

temperatures of seventy

and more. Yesterday

temperatures of  thirty plus.

Snowed’s no  metaphor for us.

JDG

Such a little bird

with such a loud voice. He is

determined to be noticed.

JDG

My stubborn inner two year old

refused to do what my adult self

knew was best. Fortunately Knox intervened

and we took our long delayed walk.

JDG

Full moon admires

its reflection in the pond

as the owls keep asking, “Who?”.

JDG