Sometimes I wonder.

I post a poem every day,

but yesterday I mistakenly posted two.

The title of the second poem?

“Doubletake”.

Strange but true.

JDG

On this windy day

the squirrels look puzzled

as the leaves chase each other

across the yard, but they soon return

to their favorite pastime:

scarfing down stolen birdseed.

JDG

Chilly morning air

nibbles at fingers

as rising sun promises

warmer air to come.

JDG

After trying some mushrooms

and ending up at the emergency vet

 Knox decided it’s better

to limit his adventures to sticks.

JDG

Among the fallen leaves,

a dandelion smiles.

It’s not winter yet.

JDG

On my way to work today

I was  chanting,” I choose joy”

when suddenly my car filled

with an odious smell. I guess

the universe decided to call my bluff

 and see if that skunk

 would be met

with joy or an angry huff.

JDG

My days are slower, my agility less.

I spend time with clouds and earth,

listen to wind move in trees and watch

 the pond catch the moon. 

I’m not settling down or settling for.

At eighty I’m just settling in.

JDG

From a bare stump,

the sad remains of a well-loved tree,

new growth springs…

a reminder once again

of the surprising gifts this land

brings every single day.

JDG