What’s needling him
won’t be found in any haystack.
It’s lodged in his angry heart.
JDG
What’s needling him
won’t be found in any haystack.
It’s lodged in his angry heart.
JDG
Leaves begin to turn.
Kids are back in school.
You’d think the weather
would take a hint, but
it chooses to move
to its own heated beat.
JDG
Unless your life is
at stake, speedy solutions
will often trip you up.
JDG
Listen to the wind
as it whispers to the tress.
What secrets does it share?
Did that cardinal overhear
and turn the secrets into song?
Listen. ..
Who know what you will hear?
JDG
Rain, slow and steady,
gently reminds us
life’s not a speeding contest.
JDG
They
dance to their own music,
sing their own songs –
these playful rebels
in a Walmart world
where cash registers
reign supreme.
JDG
(With gratitude to Thomas who is one of them and who playfully coined the term, “Walmart World”.
As the rain drew near
and thunder filled the air,
birds rushed to quickly
snatch a bite before
they retired for the night.
JDG
An introvert’s dream:
listening to grandkids laugh
from another room.
JDG
That yellow flower
I didn’t plant makes me beam –
beauty with no work.from me.
JDG
Though there’s plenty of food
and plenty of space, those doves
still flutter, peck, and chase.
Sometimes even birds of peace
set aside the golden rule
that was taught in Sunday school.
JDG