When I listen to my body

 tell the truth, I might not like

what I hear because the truth

   can hurt, but ignoring it

can hurt worse.

JDG

Yesterday’s snow covered

the ground lightly,

adding a touch

of magic to the start

. of a cold week.

Sometimes a touch

is all it takes.

JDG

Fell asleep with a cold rain.

awoke to a light snow.

Winter wonderland –

You wonder how it’s going to go.

JDG

 Filled with gratitude

that after eighty-one years

on this planet

there’s still so much 

to learn, to savor,

to share.

JDG

Sometimes daily tasks

expand and leave little time

for poetry of heart or mind.

JDG

I don’t know why, but

my muse stopped speaking to me.

Hence here’s a poem

written in iambic petulance

JDG

There are as many

sides to a story as there are

tellers and listeners. 

Consensus is difficult.

Still, we try.

JDG

It might be raining,

but that doesn’t stop Knox. 

He knows squirrels and sticks

are out there.

JDG