That crow’s persistent call
invited me to see
he needed to be fed.
Once this was done,
he flapped his wings
with pleasure.
“Well done, well done.”
JDG
Category Archives: poetry
Sabbath Ballet
Small white butterfly
flits and flirts among
pink blossoms damp
from morning rain.
JDG
The Way Of Things
Thoughts come and go.
Leaves sprout and fall.
Breath moves in and out.
Flowers bloom and fade.
Hearts beat and stop.
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Sometime Nature whispers.
Sometimes Nature shouts.
JDG
Seasonal Romance
The flowers promised
to bring splashes of color
to rainy spring days
and were soon invited for
an extended dalliance.
JDG
On A Late Afternoon
A small fish swims near
the pond’s shore then suddenly
turns and swims away.
Was it answering a call
my human ears could not hear?
JDG
Well Grounded
A scattering of
buttercups steals my sad thoughts
and replaces them with gold.
JDG
Scolded
I don’t know what I did,
but it must have been
very wrong ’cause
that bluejay’s staring
right at me
and going on and on.
JDG
Alright Already
The steady hammer
of a woodpecker’s beak drives
his argument home.
JDG
Spring Fever
A warm April wind
promises warmth will linger,
but we’ve heard such guff before.
JDG
Dogwood Dandy
That spellbound spider
got caught in beauty’s web, and
paused the work on his own.
JDG
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