Finding the gate to

his fenced in heart, she opened 

it with loving care

only to find no one there.

JDG

As the day comes to a close

and a poem, though bidden,

goes unwritten, I set pen

and paper aside, sip my tea,

listen  and wait. No words

come forth to greet me.

There’s just silence, me, and tea –

a wordless poem that is enough.

JDG

The trees nod “yes”to

the oncoming breeze

then change their course

and shake their leaves “no”.

JDG

Among the many

a few stand out, not because

they’re loud, but because they’re true.

JDG

The porch, swept clean,

is visited by puzzled birds

and squirrels who come

to dine. At least there’s seed

upon the rail so it won’t be long

before things get back

to their customary disorder.

JDG