May’s stance sways between

April’s coolness and the warmth

of June. Today she 

embraced April’s chilly ways;

Sunday she warmed up to June.

JDG

If we’re feeling lost

and at sea, it helps if we

relax, lean back, float

a bit until we’re either 

found or find a way to shore.

JDG

Endlessly snacking

on food and information

will not ease our souls’

hunger. Our souls require

something far more substantial.

JDG

Knox ignores the sweet

scent of honeysuckle to

attend to other

scents on the ground. Some delights

we share and some we do not.

JDG

Fallen branches cleared,

plants watered, birds fed, dog walked –

now with a sigh of

satisfaction, I lean back,

grateful for both work and rest.

JDG

No use mowing down

those rebellious buttercups.

 They’ll just rise again,

strong and always resilient,

to claim their place on the lawn.

JDG

Knoxaroni helps

me see the magic I would

otherwise have missed –

a lost glove, tattered but found,

roots protruding from the ground.

JDG

Day breaks free from night

as those owls keep questioning

“Who? Who? Who?” and crows,

cardinals, doves, and bluejays say

it really doesn’t matter.

JDG

On my way to work,

the car isn’t my only

transport. The vibrant

shades of green transport me too

and I arrive vitalized.

JDG

I’ll never tire 

of those golden moments when

I somehow manage

to silently smile at

life’s little bleeps and not screech.

JDG