A cloud

masks

the sun –

February

Halloween.

                 JDG

One more reminder

that I can’t

do this lying down

so now

I’m on the move.

                               JDG

Back to the dog park

after days of

being snowed in

at home.

Whoof de doo!

                           JDG

The tree is alive

with fluttering wings

awaiting

a turn

at the bird feeder.

                                 JDG

Even that old,

overturned bucket

is transformed

into a thing of beauty

by the fallen snow.

                                     JDG

Among the landscape

filled with glittering 

patches of snow,

the stench of skunk lingers.

Life is a mixed bag.

                                     JDG

We avoided

high opera,

my sister and I,

and parted

on an even note.

                       JDG

A cup of coffee

on a cold

and rainy day –

a simple pleasure

can keep the blues at bay.

                                          JDG

Letting go

may take a while,

but I’m stretching

myself toward

 a deep release.

                          JDG

Composing a poem

on my drive home

silences that inner voice

yammering on about

what I did or didn’t do.

                                      JDG