Even on this rainy day

the daffodils trumpet 

 their golden song.

JDG

This Spring that old tree

stands without a leaf, but

its gaunt beauty remains.

JDG

As his wife is handed

the folded flag, our eyes fill

with tears for the loss

of husband, father, grandfather,

uncle, brother, father-in law, and friend –

a man who lived with honor,

intelligence, kindness, loyalty, and mischievous wit.

JDG

Those birds wonder why I think

they need a poem

when it’s clear 

they have their own songs.

JDG

Even as folks fret and fight,

flowers continue to bloom,

 birds continue to sing.

JDG

As the sun slowly rises,

the sleeping world wakes,

wondering what the day will bring.

JDG

The lawn is scattered

with tiny flowers seizing

their place in the sun

before the yearly mowing begins.

JDG

Obviously that owl

has not found the answer

to the question he keeps asking.

JDG

Like any tavern,

the bird feeder has its regulars

and the occasional brawl.

JDG