Negativity,

that kudzu of the soul, grows

imperceptibly

until it obscures all that

was once hopeful and alive.

JDG

The cats stare wide-eyed

at that squirrel sprawled out on

the porch rail. What’s up?

For us, so much depends on

the story we tell ourselves.

JDG

This ninety degree

day, juniper trees weighted

with pale blue berries

defy the heat, remind us

to prepare for Winter’s cold

JDG

On this cold, windswept

day, it’s hard to remember

May’s not far away,

but the cherry and dogwood

offer gentle reminders.

                                             JDG

Drove past golden fields

of buttercups offering

a wealth of pleasure –

nature’s gift, freely given,

asking nothing in return.

                                         JDG

I told Knox squirrels

were nothing to woof about,

that, like birds, they come

and go. His answer? – “Frankly

my dear, I don’t give a woof.”

                                                     JDG

The crunch of gravel

beneath my feet, bird song in

the air. A distant

rooster crows. Cows loudly moo.

Knox barks at squirrel. My soul sings.

                                                          JDG

Tiny flowers dot

the lawn in shades of purple,

blue, white, and yellow,

reminding us you don’t have

to be big to be noticed.

                                             JDG

An unexpected 

gift of time allows me to

begin the day more

slowly, to linger with doves,

cardinals, and jays as they dine.

                                                  JDG