Past resentments fade

and current irritations

vanish as I step

outside. A field of tiny

buttercups colors my view.

                                                                     JDG

The solidity

of nouns, the fluidity

of verbs reflect a

mystery words can only

approach but never capture.

                                                                  JDG

You have a bad rep,

sweet dandelion. You should

not make yourself so

available. Playing hard

to get is a better bet.

                                                                    JDG

                                                                                                         photograph by Kali Wells

                                                                                               (my granddaughter)

Now you don’t see it;

now you do – bursts of bloom on

bushes, trees, and ground.

The entrance, though silent, is

definitely not subdued.

                                                                         JDG

She sits at her post,

watching all manner of birds,

squirrels, and people come

 and  go. I wonder what she

makes of all this busyness?

                                                                           JDG

Sleep is tugging at 

my eyelids and pulling my

head down toward my chest.

 Something in me resists, but

nevertheless, Sleep insists.

                                                                      JDG

Even when the day

is overcast, daffodils

and pansies, redbud

and forsythia, cherry

and pear, shine without the sun.

                                                                           JDG