Cardinal and Blue Jay

dined side by side, red and blue,

this Christmas season.

Neither gobbled all the food

or flew home to tweet a mood.

                                                            JDG

What’s the story here?

Who’s the story teller? When’s

the story told and 

to whom? – Critical questions

of our many-storied lives.

                                                                     JDG

Why is it that snow’s

cold beauty can elicit

warm satisfaction

and bring smiles to the face

of a dour curmudgeon?

                                                               JDG

“The dirt was enough

and the grass and those leaves” barks

my persnickety 

 dog, Jimmy, ” but now there’s this

cold, white, sticky stuff – puh-lease!”

                                                                               JDG

It’s the beauty, yes,

but also it’s the promise

of much-needed rest

that brings a glow to blanched cheeks

and a sparkle to dulled eyes.

                                                                                         JDG

When I stepped outside,

sky and trees exploded with

crows and their complaints.

 Who knows what the issue was,

but it was too big to tweet.

                                                                        JDG

I pause, I listen.

Is that the quiet approach

of wisdom I hear?

Uh, nope. It’s just that endless, 

mental prattle that resides here.

                                                             JDG

A flying line of

 winter snowbirds, departing

for a warmer clime,

give an airborne salute to

us grounded ones left behind.

                                                                 JDG

In soft morning mist,

 sun slips across cloud-streaked skies,

stilling night’s shivers –

nature’s subtle suggestion

that we spread, not cold, but warmth.

                                                                                     JDG