Before the sun leaves,
it gives the pond a final
caress, whispering, “I’ll be back.”
JDG
Before the sun leaves,
it gives the pond a final
caress, whispering, “I’ll be back.”
JDG
Walking a winding path
into a whole new year,
wondering where it will take us
and what it is we will find.
JDG
Waking from a nap,
I look out the window
and see a small bird,
head cocked,
staring back at me.
I wonder what
he’s thinking, what
he’ll tell his friends,
how his tale will begin,
and how it will end.
JDG
Knox looked at the trunk
of that fallen tree
and shook his head as if to say,
“That’s too much
even for me.”
JDG
Countercultural
wisdom: it’s not about more;
it’s finding joy in enough.
JDG
Nestled among rolling hills
and evergreen trees, the cats and I watch
as the cardinals feed.
Knox waits impatiently at the door
ready to start his morning chore
banishing squirrels and gathering sticks.
Everything is as it was before.
Joy stands waiting at my front door…
with a welcoming heart, I invite her in.
JFG
.
Hearing his friend bark,
Knox got a big doggy grin
and bounded off in search of him.
He left behind unchased squirrels, but
he’ll tend to them another time.
JDG
After a mistake,
it helps to recalibrate.
We didn’t lose our minds.
They were just misplaced.
JDG
No fuss, no drama.
Just soaring seagulls, sunny skies,
gently breaking waves.
I bow to their beauty
and breathe in their peace.
JDG
Even though I’ve said
hello, the ocean keeps
waving at me.
JDG