A stranger went out of his way

to help me today.

Interestingly,

his name was Adam –

a contemporary first man.

                                                      JDG

When stressed out

let’s turn in

and find sanctuary,

naming

what we’re grateful for.

                                   JDG

Lying there 

on the crisp white sheet,

the poem silently pleads,

“Come fill me with your breath.

I’m lying here, alone, unread.”

                                                JDG

As evening falls,

the sun sets

the pond aflame –

elemental

drunkenness

                           JDG

Taking it easy,

that squirrel, that dove,

lie down to eat,

leaving me to ponder

their recent display of sloth.

                                                JDG.

Leaping from rail

to branch to trunk,

squirrels perform

their acrobatic routine.

The jays are not impressed.

                                            JDG

After endless days

of heat and rain

come cooler days 

and smiling sun.

Fall’s around the bend.

                                       JDG

Within each of us

lies layers of lead

 and layers of gold

Let’s acknowledge the lead

and mine the gold.

                                               JDG

Watching Murphy play

with her toy mouse

reminds me of how

I play with words

when I write a poem.

                                JDG

Will someone 

tell the clouds

enough already,

ask them to quit flooding us

with unwanted gifts?

                                JDG