If my thoughts had been
wandering in never land,
I’d have missed the small
purpler bloom in the grass… right
before me in present land.
JDG
If my thoughts had been
wandering in never land,
I’d have missed the small
purpler bloom in the grass… right
before me in present land.
JDG
Today may I take
a moment or two to note
what is actually
there both without and within
and set judgement aside.
JDG
In the slightest of drizzles
we walk. No sun, moon, or stars
accompany us. It’s just Knox and I,
drizzle, and gray sky
and for us that’s enough.
JDG
Song birds herald
the end of rain,
the spread of birdseed.,
the start of day.
Through the window
the cats watch
but don’t join in.
JDG
Worked all day on my taxes.
Felt I deserved a reward.
Knox brings me a stick…
I respectfully decline..
JDG
Morning air fills with
songs of lilting joy. Knox finds
his among the sticks.
JDG
Ever so gently
the wind blows today making
up for its former harshness.
JDG
Talking with some folks
is like being on a flight
with no clue if,
when, or where they’ll land.
JDG
Big bird brawl.
Wings flapped.
Seed scattered.
Loud caws.
JDG
With wordless wonder
I watch as Spring unfurls its
wordless message of renewal.
JDG