Knox’s habit of
running with sticks is ok
until they get in my way.
JDG
Knox’s habit of
running with sticks is ok
until they get in my way.
JDG
Even when days are
gray, the wild birds still sing.
I shall take my cue from them.
JDG
Slowly dying tree,
tiny bits of tender green –
strength in vulnerability
JDG
Old, gnarled tree with
fresh, green buds reminds us that
the old can bring forth new too.
JDG
New green brings a bright
touch to Monday’s rain-soaked scene
and chases the gray away.
JDG
The evergreen in
me delights in spring’s return
with its young and tender green.
JDG
For a brief time Spring
let Winter linger, knowing
her day in the sun would come.
JDG
Old turtle crossed road
looking for a better life.
Found heaven on other side.
JDG
Knox barks, looks at me
as if to say, “I’ve learned some
of your words. Why not learn mine?”
JDG
In this open space
beyond yes or no, I stop
talking, relax, and listen.
JDG