Yesterday’s temperature

rose to ninety five.

Nature had

a heated discussion

with herself.

JDG

For a moment it looked like 

there was going to be

a standoff between

two sweet flying creatures –

a yellow butterfly

and a hummingbird,

but in the end, 

their sweetness won.

 They turned and dined

on separate blooms.

JDG

It can be a good thing –

that much maligned

selective listening.

If what we’re hearing

diminishes rather than

 enlightens, it’s best

to switch channels

or turn the divisive device off.

JDG

Knox, my dog, Murphy

and Sophira, my two cats,

let me know just how they’re feeling.

Though they may lack subtlety

and nuance, they don’t

say one thing and do another. 

A bark, a growl, a welp, a whimper,

a hiss or purr tells me

 how they feel and what they need.

It’s up to me to take it from there.

And you can bet they’ll let me know

if I don’t get their message.

JDG

Sound of thunderous clapping

 in the distance – warm applause

for approaching rain.

JDG

Knox, staring at

the dog’s face staring back 

at him from the still pond, barks.

Was he sounding an alarm

or offering an invitation? 

Ah, these eternal, existential questions persist.

JDG

The night didn’t fall.

It slowly crept,

covering all it touched

with deep-throated

shadow song followed by

  a moonlight sonata.

JDG