Beauty sometimes comes

with a price. We lost power

and trees to the winter storm,

but  gained sparkle and wonder.

JDG

Winter storm,

power out,

sitting in my warm car

writing poetry.

JDG

It might be the strange weather,

but more feuds than usual

have broken out along the porch rail

 as squirrels and birds gather to critique

the day’s culinary offerings

and the cats watch, mesmerized.

JDG

Goodbye 2021.

As dates go

you weren’t much fun.

Hope 2022

beats the time

I spent with you.

JDG

I try to tell him

I won’t be gone long, but Knox

begs to come along. 

With a sad-eyed stare and a few 

small whimpers, he knocks 

me over with his heartfelt plea

and bounds out the door next to me.

JDG

Let’s take that old, familiar yarn

and weave it into something new.

We’ve outgrown the old form

and the yarn’s begun to unravel..

JDG

December.

Gray day,

bare-limbed trees,

and yet the temperature

still hovers above sixty degrees.

 The crooner within sings,

“Baby, it’s warm outside.

Set your coat

and gloves

aside.”

JDG