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

Anxiety came to call

and regaled me with stories

of what might befall, but

Murphy purred me back to peace

and anxiety walked right out the door.

JDG

Second Sunday in March

and I lost track of time

in spite of having

extra time to see the light.

JDG

In spite of the mist Knox found

the best stick ever. He became

indignant, however, when I

suggested he surrender

his newly found treasure

before coming in.

JDG

When the cows heard

that train whistle, did they

moo back because it

sounded off key?

JDG