Six months old child
points at a bunny from her stroller,
eager for the day
she too can hop.
JDG
Six months old child
points at a bunny from her stroller,
eager for the day
she too can hop.
JDG
After taking
the sky by storm,
those dark clouds
congratulated themselves
with a round of
thunderous applause.
JDG
The ridiculous
and the sublime – each evokes
a smile however brief.
JDG
After a stormy night,
the air fills with
gently falling tears.
JDG
The gathering clouds
block the sun. but not for long.
The cardinals and I
herald its return, they with
song and I with a smile.
JDG
Dandelions sway
in the morning sun while
wind whistles a merry tune.
JDG
Yesteryear’s music
causes my feet to tap and
my grandkids to grin.
JDG
Across the river
mountains of gray clouds line the shore –
a curiosity worth exploring,
like so many I have ignored before.
JDG
Two birds in a bush
struggle to come to terms
each finds acceptable.
JDG
That crow’s persistent call
invited me to see
he needed to be fed.
Once this was done,
he flapped his wings
with pleasure.
“Well done, well done.”
JDG