Among the shadows

and the light, hummingbirds 

sip the nectar that’s flowers’ gift.

The squirrels and other birds

 dine on the gift of birdseed that’s mine.

JDG

I think to myself

everything  goes.

Hummingbirds visit for a while

as do daisies and buttercups.

Green leaves yield to red and gold

leaving bare branches to weather the cold.

Soon the branches get covered with snow 

and before long the snow, too,  goes.

That double rainbow that brought such delight

only lingered for a while.

Everything goes, I tell myself

as you slowly pull away,

but some return

and even when they don’t

memories remain

until the one remembering

also slips away.

JDG

If I hadn’t stumbled,

I would have continued,

lost in thought,

and failed to see

the sunlight glistening

on that tiny purple flower.

JDG

Determined to finish our walk

in spite of the rain,

Knox and I picked up our pace.

Reaching our goal, we turned around

and headed home.

Only then did I see, high in the sky,

the double rainbow I couldn’t see before.

I gazed at the sky, Knox at the grass,

until we arrived home soaked in raindrops

and filled with delight.

JDG

Flowers receive hummingbird’s song,

offer sweet nectar to him.

I watch, enthralled.

For a moment

all’s right with the world.

JDG

Sometimes we look down

when things are looking up

because it didn’t happen fast enough.

JDG

Sometimes it’s a choice,

but for me it’s mostly not.

Surrender is not easy

when you’re used to holding on,

but puzzling as it is

 loss can be a gain.

JDG

Dreams shared, stories told

as friends gather 

to feed the soul.

JDG

I can’t stop the war without.

I’m just a small loop in a much larger chain. 

I’ll turn to the war within, 

to those endless battles of judgement and despair.

In reaching out to those inner foes,

I’ll take a step toward peace,

and from there, who knows what will unfold.

JDG

Just outside my door

Knox whines. Is he praying

I will listen and let him run outside?

Is he praying he will finally catch a squirrel?

Outside my door

a man runs. Is he running to

or from? What’s he running for? Is he praying

this will be enough to get him what he’s looking for?

And as for me?

I watch and write – a poem?

  a prayer?  or just a bit of light?

JDG