Evening arrives with

 the deer reclaiming the yard

as their own, grazing,

relaxed but vigilant, as

we, too, wait for night to fall.

JDG

As I put on my

socks, a brilliant idea

came to me, but by

the time I stood up, it must

have decided to stand down.

JDG

Under the curving 

branches of a nearby tree,

birds gather to dine,

undaunted by squirrels or

lightly falling August rain.

JDG

For months now that branch,

damaged in a storm, has hung,

stark and bare of leaves,

leaving us with memories of

how branch and tree used to be.

JDG

The older I get

the more grateful I am for

small things – things like that

lone yellow flower greeting

the sun as a frog hopped by.

JDG

Aerial mood swings –

one moment peaceful, the next

all grumbly with sharp, 

flashing zaps.Maybe mother

moon can shine some light on this.

JDG

In my tightly held

grip, time collapses and past

slowly bleeds into

present, staining the moment,

until, at last, I let go.

JDG

Maybe if I wore

purple and a special scent,

the hummingbirds would

mistake me for their favorite

flower, and hum me to sleep.

JDG

I’ve been informed by

meowable sources that

I must rise a tad

earlier because their poor

bellies are pleading for food.

JDG

Though there’s a bit of

chasing involved, Knox and deer,

rabbits, walkers, birds,

squirrels, and runners peacefully

 coexist…but not those skunks.

JDG