The tree is alive
with fluttering wings
awaiting
a turn
at the bird feeder.
JDG
The tree is alive
with fluttering wings
awaiting
a turn
at the bird feeder.
JDG
Four inches of snow,
hourly chime of the clock,
one cup of oatmeal,
the steady beat of the heart –
measures of this wind-swept day.
JDG
Even that old,
overturned bucket
is transformed
into a thing of beauty
by the fallen snow.
JDG
A winter storm is
on the way, but today there’s
sun and no wind so
it’s off to the dog park for
Knox to get his zoomies out.
JDG
Among the landscape
filled with glittering
patches of snow,
the stench of skunk lingers.
Life is a mixed bag.
JDG
Joyously wagging
his tail, Knox sniffs and samples
his first bit of snow,
likes the taste, comes back for more,
looks around – there’s snow galore.
JDG
We avoided
high opera,
my sister and I,
and parted
on an even note.
JDG
A cup of coffee
on a cold
and rainy day –
a simple pleasure
can keep the blues at bay.
JDG
Letting go
may take a while,
but I’m stretching
myself toward
a deep release.
JDG
Among missed chances,
a promising beginning –
it won’t be long now.
JDG