That wind is causing
quite an uproar among the trees,
but the sun’s caress
encourages them to treat
it as a chance to dance.
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
Mean Girls
I don’t know if birds have cliques,
but the way those two female cardinals
snubbed the approaching third
reminded me of junior high.
JDG
Doors
Sometimes doors
need to be closed.
Sometimes doors
need to be opened.
Wisdom lies in knowing
which and when.
JDG
At This Very Moment
Love, tucked deep inside,
is looking for a way out.
Let’s extend a hand.
JDG
Feline Management
I lay down to think.
Murphy plops down beside me.
Perhaps she’s uncertain
what I’d come up with
if left to ponder alone.
JDG
No Escaping The Rain
This sprinkler must reach
for miles, Knox thought, as he
looks this way and that,
realizing someone seems to
turn it on every few days.
JDG
When Words Don’t Work
The universal
language of a kind touch leaps
beyond barriers
of culture and species so
our hearts can join together.
JDG
Domestic Discourse
These housemates of mine
don’t need words. Their eyes, their barks,
their yips and meows, their purrs
and hisses, their moans and nudges,
their sighs and snuggles
speak clearly without a syllable spoken.
They listen to my words, but
they’re not really needed.
They get me completely without them.
JDG
Perpetual Pleasures
Knox announces his
joy with barks and a wiggle
as he hurries off
to harass a multitude
of unrepentant squirrels.
JDG
Wednesday Whimsy
Once upon a time
I wrote a poem that rhymed,
but that was then. This is now
and all the rhymes have fled,
but wait, I just spotted one ahead.
JDG
