Forsythia speaks

of approaching Spring. Hope it’s

without a forked tongue.

JDG

Morning sky shivers

with bird song, but sun arrives

late for the concert.

JDG

I sit down to write.

 In the cloudy sky above,

a bird in flight sings.

~

I sit down to write.

In the cloudy sky above,

a soaring bird sings.

JDG

I asked what to plant

and where. Today I’d answer,

“Plant love everywhere.”

JDG

Some leaves, now brown, hold

fast to their home as new green

buds start to burst forth.

JDG

On this cold, grey day

heart-opening talk warmly

flows among good friends.

JDG

Writing poems

shepherds wandering thoughts,

guides them home.

JDG

Infusion of joy

from season’s first daffodils

directly to me.

JDG

Vast sky shares

bits of blue with leaf littered

February ground. 

JDG

Shimmying stop sign

asks blustery wind,

“Can’t you read?”.

JDG