Looking for some fun,

Murphy approaches sleeping

friends one by one, gives

a hiss when she can’t rally

them. Looks at me. Not you too?

JDG

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Anticipating

the approaching storm, eleven

mourning doves flock to

the feeder and chase away

all other incoming birds.

JDG

The unconscious spelled

it out, not in words, but in

images so clear

they conquered my resistance.

I saw. I know. I must act.

JDG

Today if I could

live inside a poem,  I

think I’d choose a funny one.

one that only later I

would see offered more than laughs.

JDG

Years of unconscious

preparation preceded

that initial step.

The unknown parts of us know

 us better than we might think.

JDG

Here in Virginia

Autumn’s coffers overflow

with gold, gifting all

who choose to partake of such

amazing natural bounty.

JDG

All it takes is one

swish of a squirrel’s tail and Knox

is off and running.

By now I think when they spot

him, they try to still the swish.

JDG

A tiny bell rang

calling me to pause and come

home to the moment.

Until then I didn’t know

I’d wandered so far away.

JDG

An ordinary

country road, shimmering in

slowly shifting mist,

 adds a note of mystery

to a daily drive to work.

JDG