The hills are brown now –
a reminder that every
season can’t be green,
but if we take the time to
look there’s beauty to be seen.
JDG
The hills are brown now –
a reminder that every
season can’t be green,
but if we take the time to
look there’s beauty to be seen.
JDG
It isn’t magic.
It took repeated practice
before I began
to feel really good. Hmm, it
might be magic after all.
JDG
As I exercised,
I watched birds feed in the snow.
Our kitten couldn’t
seem to decide who was more
a spectacle – birds or me.
JDG
I don’t even know
what questions to ask. Perhaps
I’ll start by asking:
“What do you want me to know?”
I’m here and I’m listening.
JDG
They came dancing in,
those dark-haired twins, ages three
or so, and gave each
of us in the bank a hug.
We all left feeling richer.
JDG
If only the flab
would melt as fast as the snow…
If only I had
started sooner…but here I
am now with renewed resolve.
JDG
End of this year and
I’m on day one thirty one.
By the end of year
next, my goal is to be on
day three hundred forty three.
JDG
On the road ahead,
a small flash of red. Doesn’t
that wee cardinal know
though roads are meant for moving fast,
they’re not meant for dine and dash?
JDG
Imperceptible
though the changes may be, both
to others and to
me, this I know to be true
I feel better when I do.
JDG
Got a list of gripes,
another of gratitudes.
Which will win the day
depends solely on the mood
of this aging list keeper.
JDG