Honeysuckle’s sweet smell 

casts a spell and suddenly

I’m six and pretending

to be drunk on its nectar,

staggering around with

other honeysuckle-drunk friends.

JDG

We ask

where do we go

,from here,

but what if

here is enough?

JDG

Sometimes we run out of time

waiting for the right time.

Maybe it’s best to just begin.

JDG

Buttercups smile

in the warming weather –

tiny bits of fallen sun.

JDG

Those two cats think

they’re so smart, 

but they simply can not bark,

and when I give

them a playful sniff,

all they do is hiss, hiss, hiss.

I know it takes all kinds,

but with those cats

I draw the line.

JDG

On sleepless nights

the moon and I have

 lengthy conversations

and often the stars

add some light.

JDG