I could see through
the sliding glass door, but
there was much I could not hear:
birds singing, trains whistling,
dogs barking, gravel crunching,
woodpeckers pecking, children playing.
With one quick pull, I added
another dimension, but that was not
enough for Knox, who pulled me
out the door for a full-bodied experience,
one that included tossing sticks.
JDG
Slight breezes caress
the trees this almost sunless
Sunday afternoon,
giving Knox and I a chance
to seize the moment and walk.
JDG
Though poor, he had
a richness of character
his wealthy foe lacked.
JDG
Judging from the way
all the bird seed disappeared,
I’d say both the birds
and those hungry squirrels found
it good to the last kernel.
JDG
Nothing is certain.
Tomorrow may not come, but
we are here today.
Don’t wait to sing your own song.
Sing it with passion today.
JDG
That tree has weathered
many a storm, but now it seems
it’s time to let go.
Leaf by leaf, branch by branch
it surrenders itself
to the earth from whence it came.
JDG
They’re back,
those jaunty, blue bachelors
lining the road.
There’s nothing buttoned up
about them as they give
sweet daisies the eye.
JDG
Round and round I go,
spinning the same old story.
It’s time for me to
take a break in hopes I’ll find
some better material.
JDG
Sadness has a way
of sneaking in unannounced
and uninvited,
sometimes refusing to leave
even when politely asked.
It can be helpful then
to let him stay and mingle with
our other guests who may have
heartwarming and interesting
stories to share.
JDG
The forecast was for rain
and for rain I was prepared, but
when I awoke to sunny skies,
I gladly set the gray aside,
grateful for some outside help
in shifting inside gloomy weather.
JDG
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