Old photograph, she, age 3,

thrilled to be helping 

the itsy bitsy spider

climb the water spout…

me, age 79,  thrilled 

old photographs and rhyme

can rain down memories

 and wash the worry spider away…

for a moment… for now..

JDG

Let the dance begin!

Fireflies trip the light fantastic

as I, an unglowing wallflower, watch.

JDG

Trees blossom with light.

On the ground sun and shadow dance.

Sweet Virginia Reel.

JDG

Small step by small step

we keep on going

because we’ll get nowhere

if we stand still.

JDG

Chatting with a neighbor –

learned his entertainment

was overhearing me talk

to Knox on our daily walks.

Said it reminded him of

the way his wife talks to him,

especially when he strays 

from the path she thinks

he should walk. I said

I hoped he and Knox were grateful

for our thoughtful guidance.

He and Knox looked at each other.

 I swear they winked.

JDG

On a walk between rain showers

gravel crunches,

thoughts whisper,

crows call.

With each step

whispering thoughts

grow softer

until

only the crunch of gravel

  and the call of crows remain.

JDG