Though the day was gray
and the road filled with fast-moving trucks,
what lingers now that I’m back home
is gratitude for time well spent
with a dear friend who agreed to drive
and later with my granddaughter
who was grateful that the driver wasn’t me.
JDG
They lined the porch rail
and gave me a look: “Get off
your duff. We need food and stuff.”
JDG
“The dirt was enough
and the grass and those leaves” barks
my persnickety
dog, Jimmy, ” but now there’s this
cold, white, sticky stuff – puh-lease!”
JDG
December’s snow job
covers up a multitude
of harsh realities.
JDG
So much beauty can
be hard to hold, thus the trees
quietly let go.
JDG
It’s the beauty, yes,
but also it’s the promise
of much-needed rest
that brings a glow to blanched cheeks
and a sparkle to dulled eyes.
JDG
When I stepped outside,
sky and trees exploded with
crows and their complaints.
Who knows what the issue was,
but it was too big to tweet.
JDG
