Forecast is for rain,
but at the moment the sky,
though gray, is still clear. We walk.
JDG
Forecast is for rain,
but at the moment the sky,
though gray, is still clear. We walk.
JDG
Breeze, leaves and light put
on a sparkling show for all
who choose to attend.
JDG
Bare limbs etched against
red sky as the day comes to
a fiery end.
JDG
Rising sun, rising
mist – nature’s gentle signal
that we should rise too.
JDG
The sun strokes the trees
as we walk, Knox with his stick,
and stickless me.
JDG
Bounding deer, darting
squirrels, dog in hot pursuit,
cats watching the game…
JDG
A flash of sunlight,
cardinal’s folded red wings –
blues chased away.
JDG
Writing a poem
a day won’t keep the doctor away,
but it’s a great distraction.
JDG
Each day has a rhythm
of its own. Sometimes
we can match its beat,
but sometimes we’re just out of sync.
Today I need soothing and slow,
something like a gentle waltz,
or even a soft lullaby,
something that lets me
sway in place, something
that matches my own pace.
JDG
Another balmy
day as the new year begins –
we’ll see what unfolds,
but meanwhile let’s enjoy
this surprising gift.
JDG