Some we emphasize.
Some we minimize.
Some we ignore.
What we do with the details
influences what we see,
the stories we weave,
and the actions we take.
JDG.
Some we emphasize.
Some we minimize.
Some we ignore.
What we do with the details
influences what we see,
the stories we weave,
and the actions we take.
JDG.
That merry bunch of daffodils
sends a golden signal –
it won’t be long now
before more are on their way.
JDG
Some trees hint of green.
Others bide their time.
After all, it’s not a race.
Everything moves
at its own pace.
JDG
February ends
with a warm and misty kiss
foreshadowing Spring.
JDG
The ever-changing
scene at the bird feeder –
nature’s remedy.
JDG
A drama plays out overhead:
two hawks locked
in an aerial battle.
With a sky so vast,
it must be turf they’re fighting for.
JDG
Driving home late one night
sixteen years ago,
two grandkids in the back seat,
we rounded a curve and before us
lay a valley dotted with lights.
Kodi, age 6, gasped and said,
“It looks like a whole bunch of angels.’
A few seconds passed,
then Sami, age 4, said,
“From over here it looks like
a whole bunch of car lights.”
JDG
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.
Me: “What is it, Boy?”
Knox: “Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park.”
Me: “Not right now, Buddy.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”
Me: “It’s not all about you, my friend.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper, But, whimper, whimper, whimper, it should be.”
Me: “Give me a break.”
Knox: “Woof. That’s my point. Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park. Break, Break, Break.”
Me: “Not now. Not now. Not Now.”
Knox: (Deep sigh. Shakes head. Lies down. Soft moan. “When will she ever learn? When?”
JDG
The early morning
is filled with song as the birds
greet the rising sun.
They too must be glad to feel
the warmth of its golden light.
JDG
A splash of sunlight
at day’s end ignites the trees
and our rain soaked souls.
JDG