Let’s not stew about

being in the soup. Let’s make

goulash while the sun shines.

JDG

Small bird

climbs steps.

Wish I could fly.

Small leaves quiver.

Large bird’s shadow

moves on.

JDG

Why does love require

a special day? What if we

lived love every day?

JDG

Hungry brain

finds no satisfaction

 in emptiness

JDG

Birds drop,

fling seeds. Even they are

 in a rush today.

JDG

Crunch of dead leaves

  beneath aging feet –

strangely satisfying

JDG

Trees, rooted and still,

line the road as cars speed by.

Birds watch from branches.

JDG

Brown leaves on gray ground.

Sun rises, birds squawk, dog sniffs, 

I shiver and walk.

JDG

Birds fed at seven.

All food gone by eleven.

Squirrels are in heaven.

JDG

Flashes of red, bursts

of blue – cardinals and bluejays –

fireworks flutter

JDG