Someone must have loved

this place, so full of blooming

daffodils, but now

the house, long vacant, crumbles

and no one’s around to care.

                                                        JDG

“Rain, rain, go away,”

I sang and it did, but what

came was snow, not sun.

I guess I should have been more

specific with my lyrics.

                                                     JDG

Tonight as I try

to write, sleep tugs at my pen.

“Get some rest,” it says,

“and tomorrow you might have

something worthwhile to say.”

                                              JDG

The early morning

is filled with song as the birds

greet the rising sun.

They too must be glad to feel

the warmth of its golden light.

                                                  JDG

Like wild berries,

translucent raindrops hang from

Japanese maple.

It’s amazing what finding

 new environments can do.

                                                        JDG

Whining doesn’t work

so I try a few sharp barks.

Maybe she’ll look up

and see this sunny day is

ripe with possibilities.

                                               JDG

We take for granted,

the beat of our heart, in-breaths

and out-breaths until

we’re challenged and gratitude

for those life rhythms flows forth.

                                                       JDG

Four inches of snow,

hourly chime of the clock,

one cup of oatmeal,

the steady beat of the heart –

measures of this wind-swept day.

                                              JDG

A winter storm is

on the way, but today there’s

sun and no wind so

it’s off to the dog park for

Knox to get his zoomies out.

                                              JDG

Joyously wagging 

his tail, Knox sniffs and samples

his first bit of snow,

likes the taste, comes back for more,

looks around – there’s snow galore.

                                                           JDG