Cardinal plays leapfrog
with three cowbirds as they dine.
They are not amused.
JDG
Cardinal plays leapfrog
with three cowbirds as they dine.
They are not amused.
JDG
Not this and not that,
not anything in between.
Not one thing suits
when I’m tied in nots.
Not wit, not wisdom –
Writing in nots
is all I got.
JDG
The low of cows greets
the morning sun. Perhaps they’re
asking if it plans to stay.
JDG
Rise before six,
feed dog, cats, and birds,
walk with Knox,
fix breakfast, solve Wordle
and Spelling Bee – simple acts,
encouraged by Knox, the birds, and cats –
a pleasureful way to begin each day.
JDG
Before sunrise, when
the day is still and gray,
a flash of red appears
among the white blossoms
of a self-planted tree –
a dash of color
to carry through the day.
JDG
Contrary to what
we so often hear, sometimes
never is better than late.
JDG
The awkward rhythm
of my aging walk is definitely
off, but my mood is not.
I”m here.
I can see the sun rise.
I can listen to my steps.
I can smell the wild honeysuckle.
I feel my feet on the ground.
I taste satisfaction.
I can walk.
JDG
I try
to tell them,
these early rising creatures,
that I prefer to
lie abed until sunrise,
but they insist it isn’t wise
or even kind to delay
their meal times.
JDG
On the evening walk I didn’t want to take,
I saw daisies and buttercups,
was caressed by a cool breeze,
spotted a soaring hawk,
met nice neighbors,
smelled sweet honeysuckle,
listened to birds
bid each other goodnight.
Knox simply wagged his tail,
feeling no need to say I told you so.
JDG
I feel sleep reaching
out to me, inviting me
to close my eyes and rest.
Before I can accept,
Knox nudges me gently,
and offers a counter invitation.
I respectfully decline.
He won’t take no for an answer
so off we go on a walk
JDG