Though the rain has stopped,
the trees still gently shed small
water drops, bringing
an element of sparkle
to our standard morning walk.
JDG
Category Archives: poetry
Watching The Deer and Butterflies
I wonder if earth
would be in better shape if
other species had
an equal say in how our
earth’s resources would be used?
JDG
You’d Think I’d Get It
The wise rise early.
I have it on the highest
dog authority.
Knox makes his case for early
rising every single day.
JDG
Backstory Reminders
When she was prickly,
we were reminded she was
raised in a desert
with few showers of kindness
and little understanding.
JDG
Fox, Please Trot
Oh, wee fox, it’s night
and not the time to be in
the road looking for dinner.
JDG
Heaven Sent
A breeze so gentle
it barely caused a ripple
on the pond below,
yet its presence brought loving
comfort on this sun warmed day.
JDG
Heightened View
Pink clouds, emissaries
of the rising sun,
blushing witnesses to
the early morning goings-on
of birds, deer, Knox and I down below.
JDG
Aging In Place
That old grey vine
has lost its green
and is now one
with that old tree.
I have become
both tree and vine –
solidly rooted,
with this land entwined.
JDG
Sudden Influx
Fifteen wild turkeys
paid us a visit today.
The deer must have given
us positive reviews.
JDG
Different Strokes
Undeterred by rain falling
lightly on their bent backs
deer quietly graze.
I sit inside content and dry,
disturbed only by
the pleading whine of Knox,
begging to join them.
JDG
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