I remember myself,
as a kid, feeling bored and restless
when there was nothing to do.
Now, at seventy nine,
I feel grateful and content
when there’s nothing to do.
JDG
Category Archives: poetry
Perennial Flourishing
The seeds of knowing
lie within. Let’s attend to them
and watch them grow.
JDG
Green Delight
The evergreen in
me delights in spring’s return
with its young and tender green.
JDG
Nothing To Crow About
When they pried open
the suet cage, the crows found,
much to their dismay,
they couldn’t grab the whole cake
and go on their merry way.
JDG
Largeness Of Small Moments
Looking out my window,
warmed by the sight of the sun
filtering through the trees,
leaving patterns of light and shadow
on the grass below.
JDG
Just Now
I pause my efforts,
notice my breath, feel my heart.
There’s no need to rush,
no need to push. It’s time now
to stop trying and allow.
JDG
Got The Nod
Raven nodded his
approval as he surveyed
the feast laid before
him, though he would have preferred
no interfering squirrels.
JDG
Spring Purge
Another eye,
a much younger one,
helps me decide
what to discard
and what to keep.
Those younger arms
gather the excess
and take it all away.
I beam my thanks –
my space and I
now more open
and complete.
JDG
Suet Goes
Woodpecker seems pleased
the fallen suet feeder’s
back in its rightful
place, but the squirrels preferred its
easy access on the ground.
JDG
Evening Serenade
As the sun sets
and the moon
begins her slow climb,
robins gather
for one last song
before owls
take the stage.
JDG
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