From across the pond
comes the sound of barking dogs.
Time to rise and whine.
JDG
From across the pond
comes the sound of barking dogs.
Time to rise and whine.
JDG
Together they sit
on a limb blown by the wind,
those two wild birds
who’ve weathered many a storm
both apart and together.
JDG
Even though there’s not
a single tree, that small deer
is not out of the woods yet.
JDG
Pumpkins must wonder
why they suddenly
become sought after
in October only to be
unceremoniously dumped.
JDG
Sunrise and sunset –
glowing reminders
that neither darkness nor light
lasts forever.
JDG
Singing through the trees,
sunlight falls on waiting ground:
music without sound.
JDG
I look down and see
old and weathered hands. How did
they get so attached to me?
JDG
Knox and I travel
the same route each morning, but
we’re in different worlds.
Mine is full of sights, while
his is a world full of smells.
JDG
Even though he heard
his fellow geese honk for him
to remain in line,
he decided to break ranks
and swim solo in the pond.
JDG
It’s all well and good
to seize the day, but I would
prefer a softer approach.
JDG