Old tree, gnarled limbs,

landing place for all manner

of feathered creatures

waiting for the old lady

with gnarled limbs to feed them.

JDG

Tree branches swaying,

white clouds sailing, the silence

uninterrupted 

except for wind gusts, bird song, 

and my poem making mind.

JDG

With feet on ground, eyes

on pink clouds scattered across

the early evening

sky, I am in two places

at once – connected, complete.

JDG

You have to look close

to see those small blue flowers

claiming their place in

the natural order of things.

I look and don’t feel so small.

JDG

We’re always looking

for certainty in this

ever-changing world

where the only certain thing

is that it’s ever-changing.

JDG

A hand reaches out.

Take it in yours. Sometimes that’s

all a person needs.

It can be enough to know

there’s someone there by their side.

JDG

Today’s big project –

feed the birds, watch them dine,

a worthy project

anytime, but quite fitting

when you turn seventy nine.

JDG

The best thing about

living out here with cats, dog,

birds and deer is they

never feel the need to tell

me how to be or appear.

JDG

Tonight the forecast

is for a shower of white.

Trees tell their branches

snow may look lovely, but please

hold tight and don’t fall for it.

JDG

Undaunted, the birds

line up along the porch rail,

relishing their food

as the wintry mix of snow,

sleet, and rain steadily falls.

JDG