Sometimes all you can do

is take the sadness

into your heart and rock.

There’s nothing to say

and nothing else to do –

there’s just you and sadness

and a slow and gentle rock.

JDG

I don’t know how it all started,

and I don’t know how it will end,

but those two crows are going at it,

each determined to have the last caw.

Not far away, hummingbirds feed

and robins sing.

JDG

I’m almost glad the honeysuckle has come back.

It covers the branches of the tree

I stripped it from two years ago.

I didn’t know then the branches would stay bare,

that no new growth would come.

Now, once more, honeysuckle and juniper coexist

and what was bare is covered with

a sweet smelling blanket of white and green.

JDG

Knox stands still,

watching the tiny blue butterfly

circle close to his furry head.

I wonder…

Who’s watching who?

What do they make of each other?

JDG

Look!

Flying birds,

running deer,

hopping rabbits

darting butterflies,

and lumbering me…

we all make our home here

among the flowers and the trees.

JDG