Before the sun crests
the horizon, the word’s gone
out: it’s time to eat.
Inside the cats and dogs take note.
Outside the chirps grow louder.
JDG
Before the sun crests
the horizon, the word’s gone
out: it’s time to eat.
Inside the cats and dogs take note.
Outside the chirps grow louder.
JDG
Ice on my windshield –
an early announcement that
the seasons have changed.
JDG
Shimmering pond greets
the day as the sun rises
and gives her a kiss.
JDG
Cars pause as young deer
dart across the road, eager
to see what’s on the other side.
JDG
Knox and his cohorts
keep me on schedule whether
I like it or not
and no explanation for
a much needed change will do.
JDG
Following days of
negotiation, Summer
finally yields to Fall.
JDG
In spite of each drop
that falls, the golden leaves still
shine – nature’s dual blessing.
JDG
In the morning mist
a winged patch of red stirs,
eager for breakfast.
JDG
Sometimes the will
is ready, but
the heart and mind
prefer to wait.
JDG
Somebody has to talk to
whoever’s in charge of the weather
and tell them to get
their seasons straight.
JDG