Making music
on the fly,
those birds head
for warmer climes.
JDG
Making music
on the fly,
those birds head
for warmer climes.
JDG
When we strip away
our stories all that’s left is
pure experience.
JDG
Enthusiasms abound
for everyone here.
Sometimes I long for
a wee touch of ennui, but
that’s not on the horizon.
JDG
Knox wags his tail in
enthusiastic thanks.
I’ll take my cue from him.
JDG
Though gray, the day
has a touch of magic.
The mist blurs the edges,
makes us look closely
at what’s before us.
JDG
At the finish line
I want to be able to
look back on a race well run.
JDG
Years of unconscious
preparation preceded
that initial step.
The unknown parts of us know
us better than we might think.
JDG
The sun received
a frosty greeting, but
responded with warmth anyway.
JDG
The visiting cat
did not like the offered food
and left in a huff.
Our cats gave a delighted sigh.
Now they had more than enough.
JDG
After a deep dive
into unknown waters, we
emerge to find the known changed.
JDG