A small fish swims near

the pond’s shore then suddenly

turns and swims away.

Was it answering a call

my human ears could not hear?

JDG

Grey clouds crowd the sky

leaving no room for the sun,

 but still the birds sing

helping us to see that there’s

always a song to be sung

JDG

Tiny bits of green

peek out from outstretched branches

testing if the time

is right for them to spring forth

and grace us with their presence.

JDG

A moment ago

a mother deer and her fawn

dashed across the lawn

pursued by the moon’s slow rise

and an owl’s questioning cry.

JDG

I took my worries

for an early morning walk,

but they chose to take

a rest when we came upon

the sun kissing the morning dew.

JDG

With indignation

Knox surveys the falling rain

then looks up at me

as if to say “I guess this 

means another indoor day.”

JDG

Slipping and sliding

 becomes splishing and splashing

as the icy mass

slowly succumbs to warmer

temperatures and the sun.

JDG

Knox emerges from

the mist carrying a huge

blue ball stolen from

his friend Pax and brought home to

supplement his store of sticks.

JDG

Woke up too early.

Tried to bribe the sleep makers

with a poem, but

there were no takers so I’ll

try counting each breath instead.

JDG

In a show of white,

the snow stops us in our tracks,

asks us to take in

the beauty of the moment,

 the vast expanse of time.

JDG