Rumor has it that
the blooms on those Bradford Pears
are pieces of escaped clouds.
JDG
Rumor has it that
the blooms on those Bradford Pears
are pieces of escaped clouds.
JDG
For a few minutes
that tiny bird had the seeds
to himself, then squirrels came.
JDG
March slowly concedes
to Spring’s insistence on change.
It’s hard to always
be caught in the middle.
JDG
Chasing butterflies,
Murphy, our cat, sleeps
while I lie awake
counting sheep.
JDG
Spring’s green message of
renewal reminds us gray
doesn’t have the final say.
JDG
From high in the sky
the moon sends kisses of light,
making the pond glow.
JDG
I sometimes think of
migrating myself as I
listen to those honking geese.
JDG
Sometimes it only takes
the sight of smiling daffodils
to elicit one in return.
JDG
Dissolving into
the morning dew,
the dust from passing cars
found another home.
JDG
Let us police
the sly way fear and doubt sneak
in to rob us of our peace.
JDG