My small story

is only part 

of a much larger one.

When I’m open to both,

compassion can enter.

JDG

That blue-tailed skink

has put on quite a performance,

bringing an iridescent glow

to our otherwise dull porch

and giving Knox and the cats a thrill.

JDG

Now more than ever before,

I’m a thinker in search of a thought,

a poet in search of a poem,

and oddly content

even when nothing is found.

JDG

As the days grew hotter,

their patience grew thinner,

and their tempers grew shorter,

but she paused longer

and better held her tongue.

JDG

Though separated

by a thin window pane,

we dine together,

those birds, squirrels, and I.

To them I raise my glass.

JDG

Not much of one for

hiding his song

beneath a bushel,

that cardinal held forth

from the roof top.

JDG

Those little bouncy things

seem like they’d be lots of fun,

but they just hop away.

Oh well, I guess for now

balls will have to do.

JDG

Ah, these pesky pronouns!

Just when I congratulate myself

for finally getting them right,

I make another error.

Still, I’ll keep on trying.

JDG

That eagle soared low

in front of my car.

Maybe he wanted me to know

though I could drive,

he could fly.

JDG

Trying to be true

to the commitment I made

to write a poem each day,

but it gets really hard when

I have nothing I want to say.

JDG