It might take some searching,

but if adversaries 

can find some good

in each other,

that’s a start.

JDG

Goldenrod invites

the trees to a game

of match my color.

Some respond,

leaf by slowly turning leaf.

JDG

Pink clouds, emissaries

of the rising sun, 

 blushing witnesses to

the early morning goings-on

of birds, deer, Knox and I down below.

JDG

Year after year they mow

those bachelor buttons down

and year after year

those hearty fellows return –

a lesson in resilience.

JDG

It’s folly to think

our minds can solve

all of life’s problems.

Sometimes we must listen

to our foolish hearts.

JDG

It feels like magic

when you find

the just right thing

you didn’t even know

you were looking for.

JDG

Walking with Knox

makes me aware

there’s much to explore

 and some that

it’s best to ignore.

JDG

What dreams await

our sleepy heads,

I do not know,

but I pray they’re comforting,

 inspiring and sweet.

JDG

With Covid we’re masked

even in therapy  

where we hoped

to feel safe enough

to name and remove them.

JDG

Little sprig of green

on a bare limb –

sometimes it’s like 

that for us after

we’ve been stripped bare.

JDG