Amidst all the green,

a patch of bright red, fallen

leaves – it’s June. I scan

the trees for a clue to help

solve this natural mystery.

JDG

This Sunday instead

of listening to sermons

or breaking news, I

listened to birds singing to

each other – a wordless peace.

JDG

Early morning sun

brings a sparkle to the day

as Knox, patrolling

for squirrels, spots a large rabbit

and runs to investigate.

JDG

Over and over

that male woodpecker found

the just right seed for 

his wife. Female cardinal nudged

  her still oblivious mate.

JDG

When fatigue forces

us to slow down, take a break,

get some rest, we can

either fight or float. The choice

is ours. Let’s not rock the boat.

JDG

Over time we grow

blind to accumulations,

inner and outer,

until circumstances force

us to open our eyes and look.

JDG

Fireflies flash warm

greetings as they dart among

the budding bushes

signaling Spring’s departure

and Summer’s soon arrival.

JDG

A moment in time

when the sun eases slowly

past the horizon,

caressing the rain-soaked trees

and Knox and I as we walk.

JDG

Obviously Knox,

the cats, and birds have not heard

Sunday is a day

of rest. They’re telling me it

is time to get a move on.

JDG

Let’s hope it wasn’t

the Easter bunny that Knox

chased away ’cause though

the grandkids are grown they’d miss

their Easter eggs and candy.

JDG