“The dirt was enough

and the grass and those leaves” barks

my persnickety 

 dog, Jimmy, ” but now there’s this

cold, white, sticky stuff – puh-lease!”

                                                                               JDG

It’s the beauty, yes,

but also it’s the promise

of much-needed rest

that brings a glow to blanched cheeks

and a sparkle to dulled eyes.

                                                                                         JDG

When I stepped outside,

sky and trees exploded with

crows and their complaints.

 Who knows what the issue was,

but it was too big to tweet.

                                                                        JDG

I pause, I listen.

Is that the quiet approach

of wisdom I hear?

Uh, nope. It’s just that endless, 

mental prattle that resides here.

                                                             JDG

A flying line of

 winter snowbirds, departing

for a warmer clime,

give an airborne salute to

us grounded ones left behind.

                                                                 JDG

In soft morning mist,

 sun slips across cloud-streaked skies,

stilling night’s shivers –

nature’s subtle suggestion

that we spread, not cold, but warmth.

                                                                                     JDG

To her retire

means getting new tires and

continuing on

her habitual road of

doing what she trained to do.

                                                                   JDG