Weighted down by rain, 

blown by hefty winds, most trees

make it through the storm

by staying firmly grounded

but also able to bend.

JDG

As I rest beneath

the dark blanket of night, I

slowly close my eyes

to all my daytime concerns

and open myself to sleep.

JDG

Across the pasture

and the road, the morning mist

slowly crawls, causing

us to crawl too. Through the mist

we see what we might have missed..

JDG

Knox almost felt he

could touch the moon so drunk

was he on its light.

Head tilted toward the sky, he

howled, begging it to come close.

JDG

Walking as the rain

began. First a worm, then some

ants crossed our path. Hope

they will find some shelter soon

as Knox and I head for home.

JDG

A sudden burst of

energy as I move to

music from my youth.

I find I can dance and play

in a graceful, ageless way.

JDG

(With gratitude to Denise Medved, designer of Ageless Grace and Janie Peterson, our trainer.)

 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