Comforting smell of woodsmoke,
golden light of rising sun –
assurance of warmth
on this cold day.
JDG
Comforting smell of woodsmoke,
golden light of rising sun –
assurance of warmth
on this cold day.
JDG
Low hanging mist –
shimmering divide
between earth and sky.
JDG
The crows have their own
way of singing in the rain
and it’s music to their ears.
JDG
Under a pink tinged sky,
Knox romps. Now that the rain
has stopped, he can better
save his precious sticks
from his enemies, the squirrels.
JDG
My grandkids said
they’d prefer to be treated
like Knox, my pampered dog.
I said ok…if
they’d keep the squirrels away.
JDG
Forecast is for rain,
but at the moment the sky,
though gray, is still clear. We walk.
JDG
Breeze, leaves and light put
on a sparkling show for all
who choose to attend.
JDG
Bare limbs etched against
red sky as the day comes to
a fiery end.
JDG
Rising sun, rising
mist – nature’s gentle signal
that we should rise too.
JDG
The sun strokes the trees
as we walk, Knox with his stick,
and stickless me.
JDG