The raindrops fall,
making tiny circles
in the puddles
on the porch.
A squirrel,
clutching birdseed,
lifts his small paws
to his mouth.
A wee bird sings,
calling his companions
to the feast.
I, damp with joy,
sit and dryly watch.
JDG
The raindrops fall,
making tiny circles
in the puddles
on the porch.
A squirrel,
clutching birdseed,
lifts his small paws
to his mouth.
A wee bird sings,
calling his companions
to the feast.
I, damp with joy,
sit and dryly watch.
JDG
For months now that branch,
damaged in a storm, has hung,
stark and bare of leaves,
leaving us with memories of
how branch and tree used to be.
JDG
Two cats asleep on
the dog’s bed, their backs
to the sliding glass door,
a female cardinal pecking
at birdseed on the porch floor –
I, propped on my bed,
watch and write.
Four creatures, each
in their own way, content
at the close of day.
JDG
Yesterday’s heat
must have melted
Summer’s heart because
today she blessed us
with a cool surprise.
JDG
The older I get
the more grateful I am for
small things – things like that
lone yellow flower greeting
the sun as a frog hopped by.
JDG
I may not be ready
to dance in the rain,
but I can stand under
an umbrella and maybe
even smile as I watch it fall.
JDG
The spirit we send
out into the world
depends upon the state
of our bodies, hearts,
and minds – spirit’s
temporary dwelling place.
May we keep them
in good repair for ourselves
and all who visit there.
JDG
Even when joy
seems far away,
take a moment,
watch the breeze
caress the trees.
JDG
Soaked through and I didn’t
dive into any pool.
Knox and I simply walked
in Virginia’s Autumn heat.
Lively was he, unlike dog-tired me.
JDG
Aerial mood swings –
one moment peaceful, the next
all grumbly with sharp,
flashing zaps.Maybe mother
moon can shine some light on this.
JDG