Full moon. Hovering

mist lends a strange haunting air.

Ghosts must linger there.

JDG

A surge of warmth brings

forth a colorful response.

March begins to dance.

JDG

Bent and broken branch

holds fast to home, delaying

a final parting.

JDG

It’s not just young trees

that bud anew. Old trees like

me can do so too.

JDG

As the sun greets those

snow dimpled fields, the dimples 

dissolve into tears.

JDG

Blanket of snow. Large

crow appears on porch rail. Caws

many loud complaints.

JDG

Fallen branches, blooms

of purple and white

share common ground. Life’s fullness.

JDG

Rain drops leave the sky,

join a new community,

make themselves at home.

JDG

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