Birds sound off with
caws and croaks,
chirps and tweets,
honks and hoots,
trills and twitters,
but unlike us,
they don’t sound off
with lies.
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
The Long Goodbye
The blue blooms linger,
inviting the yellow blooms
to linger too, to join in
this late summer offering
before the days grow cold
and they too must depart.
JDG
Slow Dawn
Across the pasture
and the road, the morning mist
slowly crawls, causing
us to crawl too. Through the mist
we see what we might have missed..
JDG
Day Sleepers
The moon gently puts
the stars to bed
before she heads there too.
JDG
Moon Drunk
Knox almost felt he
could touch the moon so drunk
was he on its light.
Head tilted toward the sky, he
howled, begging it to come close.
JDG
Wakeful Wish
If only my mind
were as still as the morning
after a long, rainy night.
JDG
A Space Too Small
In a lush field of possibilities
a gateless fence of doubt
and fear pens us in.
The ground is bare and hardened
by our anxious pacing … until
one day we realize
the fence is self-constructed
and we begin the slow,
hard work of disassembling.
JDG
That Tree And We
Every year we shape
that tree to our liking
and every year we enjoy
a brief success…then,
that stubborn tree
reclaims the shape
it wants to be.
JDG
No Need For Alarm Clocks
From the birds’ early
morning broadcast system we
get a wakeup call.
JDG
Invitation From A Swallowtail Butterfly
Come,
join me in a joyful flight.
put your chores and woes away,
for the moment soar and play.
Leave your troubles on the ground,
sip the nectar all around,
listen to the flowers sing.
Who knows what the morrow brings?
JDG
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