Old tree, gnarled limbs,
landing place for all manner
of feathered creatures
waiting for the old lady
with gnarled limbs to feed them.
JDG
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