May’s stance sways between
April’s coolness and the warmth
of June. Today she
embraced April’s chilly ways;
Sunday she warmed up to June.
JDG
May’s stance sways between
April’s coolness and the warmth
of June. Today she
embraced April’s chilly ways;
Sunday she warmed up to June.
JDG
If we’re feeling lost
and at sea, it helps if we
relax, lean back, float
a bit until we’re either
found or find a way to shore.
JDG
Endlessly snacking
on food and information
will not ease our souls’
hunger. Our souls require
something far more substantial.
JDG
Knox ignores the sweet
scent of honeysuckle to
attend to other
scents on the ground. Some delights
we share and some we do not.
JDG
When the young mess up,
it’s called folly. For us old
folks, it’s called senility.
JDG
Outside my window
an unplanted tree took root
and grew, providing a trampoline
for squirrels, a resting place for birds,
white blossoms for bees,
and splashes of shade for me.
JDG
Fallen branches cleared,
plants watered, birds fed, dog walked –
now with a sigh of
satisfaction, I lean back,
grateful for both work and rest.
JDG
No use mowing down
those rebellious buttercups.
They’ll just rise again,
strong and always resilient,
to claim their place on the lawn.
JDG
Knoxaroni helps
me see the magic I would
otherwise have missed –
a lost glove, tattered but found,
roots protruding from the ground.
JDG
Day breaks free from night
as those owls keep questioning
“Who? Who? Who?” and crows,
cardinals, doves, and bluejays say
it really doesn’t matter.
JDG