There’s a way out 

and there’s a way in

and often it’s through

the same door.

JDG

Knox, the cats, the birds,

and I have found a common rhythm.

Sometimes I get distracted

and lose our basic beat,

but I can always count on them

to nudge me back on beat.

JDG

Cardinals rest on snow

 covered branches unaware 

of the pleasure they bring.

JDG

First to come, last to leave,

the bluejays feed.

rivaled only by the squirrels,

both unconcerned

about wearing out their welcome.

JDG

,

Sometimes my body is here,

but my heart is not.

Sometimes my body is here,

but my mind is not.

Moments, days, weeks, and more.

 find me not fully here.

But…

sometimes a satisfying fullness comes

 and body, mind, and heart are one.

JDG

As near as I know,

evergreens don’t judge trees

whose leaves turn red 

before they fall, nor do they

look askance when they rebud in Spring.

They have no need.

Rooted in themselves, they simply grow.

JDG

Pink and blue dance

  in Sunday morning sky show.

Knox and I watch as the sun

slowly rises in approval.

JDG

 Comforting smell of woodsmoke, 

golden light of rising sun –

assurance of warmth

on this cold day.

JDG

Low hanging mist –

shimmering divide

between earth and sky.

JDG