Clouds drift,
butterflies flutter,
hawks swoop,
squirrels scamper.
deer graze,
fountain bubbles,
hummingbirds flit,
pond ripples,
sun sets,
day ends.
JDG
Clouds drift,
butterflies flutter,
hawks swoop,
squirrels scamper.
deer graze,
fountain bubbles,
hummingbirds flit,
pond ripples,
sun sets,
day ends.
JDG
What dreams await
our sleepy heads,
I do not know,
but I pray they’re comforting,
inspiring and sweet.
JDG
When the door
slams shut,
it’s time to open
the windows
and climb out
unless you’re Knox,
then you just
stand there and bark.
JDG
This rainy morning
the sun briefly kissed the trees
and for a moment they glowed.
JDG
With Covid we’re masked
even in therapy
where we hoped
to feel safe enough
to name and remove them.
JDG
Knox approaches as
I sit, pen poised on paper.
He gives me a sad
and reproachful look. How can
you prefer poems to play?
JDG
They really are on
a search and restore mission
as they study our
walk, take note of our balance,
evaluate our posture.
JDG
Getting in one last nibble
before the rain,
those two birds, one red,
one black, took their time
as the sky slowly darkened.
JDG
Unexpectedly,
old songs play in my mind
as commentary
on the present moment.
JDG
Those deer took their time
moseying across our lawn,
pausing to nibble
on whatever struck their fancy –
the epitome of ease.
JDG