Rain soaked tree branches
bend toward the ground…soon the sun
will dry them off, lift them up.
JDG
Rain soaked tree branches
bend toward the ground…soon the sun
will dry them off, lift them up.
JDG
Raindrops make tiny
circles on the porch as birds
search for fallen seed.
JDG
Only when that one song plays
does their chihuahua
lift his tiny head
and join in with operatic howls.
Puzzled, Knox looks around.
There are no squirrels.
He lies back down.
JDG
On freshly mowed land
deer, squirrels. and rabbits
pause, shake their heads.
Ah, those humans…
they’re at it again.
JDG
Gray dandelion
falls apart.
End of the old.
Start of the new.
JDG
It’s much easier
to criticize others than
to correct ourselves.
JDG
The visiting cat
gets a mixed welcome.
Our cats hiss.
Knox sighs and sniffs,
lets the visitor rub his leg,
resumes his rest.
He’ll need his energy
for chasing squirrels,
a pleasure the cats
simply miss.
JDG
Out my way the trains
don’t whistle; they loudly blare
goodbye to the moon,
hello to the sun.
On windy days the trees wave back.
JDG
Yellow butterfly
mingles with purple blossoms,
captures heart and eye.
JDG
Knox has so much fun
chasing squirrels, but I bet he’d
be stunned if he caught one.
JDG