Don’t let that soft coo fool you;

that mourning dove 

can take a stand.

She flapped a wing

at an advancing squirrel

before she flew off,

shortly to return

and peacefully share 

the bird seed laden rail

 with other friends with wings.

                                                       JDG

.

The sun has no favorites.

It shines

 on both old growth and new.

                                                JDG

Nature sings songs

of green,

of flowerings,

and for a moment,

I sing too.

                                  JDG

Ever wonder what the trees

are up to at night?

The day ended with green buds,

opened with bursts of white.

                                                         JDG