Those birds wonder why I think

they need a poem

when it’s clear 

they have their own songs.

JDG

Even as folks fret and fight,

flowers continue to bloom,

 birds continue to sing.

JDG

As the sun slowly rises,

the sleeping world wakes,

wondering what the day will bring.

JDG

The lawn is scattered

with tiny flowers seizing

their place in the sun

before the yearly mowing begins.

JDG

Obviously that owl

has not found the answer

to the question he keeps asking.

JDG

Like any tavern,

the bird feeder has its regulars

and the occasional brawl.

JDG

March slowly concedes

to Spring’s insistence on change.

It’s hard to always

be caught in the middle.

JDG

Chasing butterflies,

 Murphy, our cat, sleeps

 while I lie awake 

counting sheep.

JDG