April asks us to

take nothing for granted – not

the sunny days or

the sad. Year after year she

asks, hoping we’ll soon catch on.

JDG

April comes flying

in on great gusts of wind, but

maybe she is just

fooling around, pretending

to be May or September.

JDG

Today may I take

a moment or two to note

what is actually

there both without and within

and set judgement aside.

JDG

I sit with a group

of women in the presence

of poetry when

suddenly I realize we

ourselves have become a poem.

JDG

Knox gets me walking

several times a day. Always

I am glad he did,

but without insistent tugs

I’d have stayed home warm and snug.

JDG

The grit of life is

the grain of poetry…or

at least that’s what I

tell myself when the car won’t

start and I can’t find my phone.

JDG

A voice cried out but

no one heard, lost as they were

in their own concerns

Over time the voice grew still

and they wondered what went wrong.

JDG

.

A congress of birds

met on the porch concerning

the distribution

of seeds, but stayed divided

even when the squirrels appeared.

JDG