Our skeletons aren’t in the closet. 

They reside deep within,

beneath all outer coverings

where they’re ignored until

their presence is made known.

JDG

The still pond blushed

with pleasure and the trees

heaved a  sigh

as the pink clouds passed by.

JDG

This morning I find comfort

in the sound of the cat scratching at the door,

in seeing Knox’s eager, wagging tail,

in the mourning doves waiting to be fed,

in the contentious squirrels battling for food.

This morning I find comfort in taking out the trash,

in the sound of coffee spilling into my cup,

in the smell of toast waiting to be buttered,

in cleaning out the litter box.

This morning I find comfort in knowing

I’m here to greet another day.

JDG

Resting st the shore

of consciousness, waves of sleep

wash over me. Soon

I’ll be swimming in a sea of dreams,

 far from here, but not awake.

JDG

It takes resolve and a willing heart

to filter harsh words, 

to hear the robin’s song

when the sky is filled with crows.

It’s especially hard when the day’s been marred

and we long for a bit of rest,

 but sometimes it’s then,

 when we’re weary and the heart begins to close

that we’re greeted by a child’s laugh,

 the gurgling of a brook,

or a happy song on the radio of a

nearby waiting car.

It takes resolve and a willing heart

and the capacity to push restart.

JDG

I sit with folded hands

and watch as snakelike, my thoughts

coil, uncoil, and recoil until

at last they finally slither away.

JDG

Head cradled in hands,

eyes gazing out and up,

she sits, solitary, but not alone.

JDG

Searching with closed eyes.

Looking deep inside.

Mysteries there reside.

JDG

Drivers honk as they pass

young kids dancing and waving,

putting on a show just for them

at a busy workday’s end.

JDG

In the late evening

an owl inquired, “Who?”

.Knox looked up and stared

at a nearby tree as if to say,

“ Squirrels, that’s who.”

JDG