Bent and broken branch
persists in offering
buds and bright blooms.
JDG
Bent and broken branch
persists in offering
buds and bright blooms.
JDG
Knox looks at me, heaves a sigh,
seems to wonder why, why, why
I’ll always join him for a walk
but for a hearty lawn roll
my answer’s always no, no, no.
JDG
When talk gets stormy
and rough, we need
an early warning system,
alerting us to seek shelter
in wordless compassion.
JDG
The day is gray.
The mind is blank.
Pen in hand, I sit and wait.
Sadness comes,
embraces me.
We sit together,
watch and wait.
JDG
Even in the midst
of plenty, those birds find things
to squabble about.
JDG
March draws to a close
with cold, windswept days warmed by
shining daffodils,
golden forsythia, bursts
of glowing cherry blossoms.
JDG
How pitiful can
a poor dog look when he’s told
his sticks stay outside?
JDG
For a brief time Spring
let Winter linger, knowing
her day in the sun would come.
JDG
Not only are they
not on the same page,
they are reading from
vastly different books.
JDG
Old tree, gnarled limbs,
landing place for all manner
of feathered creatures
waiting for the old lady
with gnarled limbs to feed them.
JDG