Knox ignores the sweet
scent of honeysuckle to
attend to other
scents on the ground. Some delights
we share and some we do not.
JDG
Word Rage
When the young mess up,
it’s called folly. For us old
folks, it’s called senility.
JDG
A Welcome Intruder
Outside my window
an unplanted tree took root
and grew, providing a trampoline
for squirrels, a resting place for birds,
white blossoms for bees,
and splashes of shade for me.
JDG
Satisfyingly Simple
Fallen branches cleared,
plants watered, birds fed, dog walked –
now with a sigh of
satisfaction, I lean back,
grateful for both work and rest.
JDG
Just Spinning Our Wheels
No use mowing down
those rebellious buttercups.
They’ll just rise again,
strong and always resilient,
to claim their place on the lawn.
JDG
Winning Washout
Wanted to share this post my son and I wrote on Mondo Sedoka.
A washed out eclipse,
none the less, provides a chance
to capture dynamic clouds.
~
Even though you did
not get what you were looking
for, look what you got!
Knox, The Magic Sharer
Knoxaroni helps
me see the magic I would
otherwise have missed –
a lost glove, tattered but found,
roots protruding from the ground.
JDG
Early Morning Refrain
Day breaks free from night
as those owls keep questioning
“Who? Who? Who?” and crows,
cardinals, doves, and bluejays say
it really doesn’t matter.
JDG
Brightenings
It was so subtle,
that sudden shift of light,
I couldn’t tell which
grew brighter, the buttercups,
the trees, or possibly me.
JDG
At Least For Birds
There’s less conflict
at the feeder when
most of the seed is gone.
Maybe when stomachs are full,
there’s less appetite for fight.
JDG
aholdingplace 