Three generations
sit by the pond, each with their
own reflections. Times
change, reflections differ, but
the welcoming pond’s the same.
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
Spring Purge
Another eye,
a much younger one,
helps me decide
what to discard
and what to keep.
Those younger arms
gather the excess
and take it all away.
I beam my thanks –
my space and I
now more open
and complete.
JDG
Suet Goes
Woodpecker seems pleased
the fallen suet feeder’s
back in its rightful
place, but the squirrels preferred its
easy access on the ground.
JDG
Evening Serenade
As the sun sets
and the moon
begins her slow climb,
robins gather
for one last song
before owls
take the stage.
JDG
Giving Tree
Bent and broken branch
persists in offering
buds and bright blooms.
JDG
One Perplexed Canine
Knox looks at me, heaves a sigh,
seems to wonder why, why, why
I’ll always join him for a walk
but for a hearty lawn roll
my answer’s always no, no, no.
JDG
Weather Advisory
When talk gets stormy
and rough, we need
an early warning system,
alerting us to seek shelter
in wordless compassion.
JDG
No Rhyme, No Reason
The day is gray.
The mind is blank.
Pen in hand, I sit and wait.
Sadness comes,
embraces me.
We sit together,
watch and wait.
JDG
Just Like Us
Even in the midst
of plenty, those birds find things
to squabble about.
JDG
Grand Finale
March draws to a close
with cold, windswept days warmed by
shining daffodils,
golden forsythia, bursts
of glowing cherry blossoms.
JDG
