Singing In The Rain

The rain continues,

but the squirrels and birds don’t care.

They patiently wait

for the door to open and

for “she who feeds” to appear.

                                                                 JDG

Dusk Becomes Herself

Undoing what was,

she slowly becomes herself.

She changes her name,

redoes some tattoos, finds her

voice, stands up tall, speaks her truth.

                                                             JDG

An Opening

I open the door

to a gloomy day.

I stand and look

before I say,

“We’re a perfect match for each other.”

                                                                 JDG

Beneath The Surface

Legions of unseen

creatures swim beneath the pond’s

unruffled surface, 

much like those unspoken thoughts

glimpsed in non reflective  eyes.

                                                           JDG

Enough?

So many changes

in such a short time – enough

to bring us to rock and rhyme?

                                                  JDG

A Vast Emptiness

Hard as it is

to look at his empty bed,

I can’t put it away – not yet.

I know the time will come,

but not now.

                                         JDG

Stew

To potatoes of thought,

add onions of emotion,

stir in tomatoes of regret

and any leftover beef.

Simmer indefinitely.

                                          JDG

Spring Ritual

Each year those bachelor

buttons invite sweet daisies 

to the big Spring Dance.

Year after year what they hear

is a bright, excited YES.

                                                   JDG

A Tender Parting

Toby waited  

for my son to come,

then, knowing I was

 in good hands, 

he gave his tail a gentle swish 

and left for his final journey.

He will be deeply missed.

                                                  JDG