What is remembered

depends on who is doing

the remembering.

                 JDG

When I told my dog

he was beloved, I swear he

sighed and rolled his eyes.

                                          JDG

 Amidst this field of

purple clover, I bow to

a royal presence.

                                     JDG

The ever-changing

scene at the bird feeder –

nature’s remedy.

                                          JDG

A splash of sunlight

at day’s end ignites the trees

and our rain soaked souls.

                                                   JDG

Sunny skies greet us.

Who would ever think big storms

 are headed our way?

                                                      JDG

Power outages

at home and in the senate –

an unfunny Valentine.

                                       JDG

Among missed chances,

a promising beginning –

it won’t be long now.

                                                 JDG

Belly, lungs, and heart

join together to soothe brain’s

 self-created pain.

                                                      JDG

A quiet Christmas –

by late afternoon only

the wind could be heard.

                                         JDG