On my imagined butterfly wings

I toured blossoms and leaves. 

sailed past some deer,

encountered a few hummingbirds,

dodged some bees,

and met an overly friendly dog named Knox,

all on this lazy Sunday afternoon –

a perfect day for my flight.

JDG

I couldn’t ask for

 anything more than to be held

by this land, its critters,

this family, these friends,

these two cats and this dog,

but sometimes, humanly enough, 

I do.

                                            JDG

As my outer world shrinks,

my inner world expands

and what a diverse 

and curious group 

resides there.

Some I’ve known

from the past,

some I have just met,

and some I’d like to ignore.

JDG

Hoping to

grow familiar

with that

unfamiliar state

where I’m

 patient but

not resigned.

JDG

Nearing eighty

when satisfaction

springs more

from relinquishing

than acquiring.

JDG

At the opening

and closing of the day, they come,

leaving their woodland

 home to leisurely graze, these

graceful, cautious visitors.

JDG