Writing a poem
in my dream. Found the right word.
Woke up and lost it.
JDG
Writing a poem
in my dream. Found the right word.
Woke up and lost it.
JDG
In good times and bad,
an early morning walk helps
us get a move on.
JDG
Singing in the rain,
the birds thanked me for their feast.
TheĀ squirrels didn’t give a peep.
JDG
This year Summer chose
not to rush in and push Spring
hurriedly aside.
JDG
Cardinal plays leapfrog
with three cowbirds as they dine.
They are not amused.
JDG
The low of cows greets
the morning sun. Perhaps they’re
asking if it plans to stay.
JDG
When that worry flag
starts waving, I’m learning to
nod and walk away.
JDG
Gave myself a hug.
Told myself, though not perfect,
I’m still pretty good.
JDG
Yes, the lights went out,
but I had time to grab light
makers before night crawled in.
JDG
Morning air fills with
songs of lilting joy. Knox finds
his among the sticks.
JDG