Scouring the sky

for answers, I find only

shifting clouds and crows.

                                                                JDG

The bachelors are back,

decked in blue – roadside flirts no

matter the weather.

                                                                 JDG

Our universe could

very well be one verse in

a much larger song.

                                                     JDG

Without words, they make

their wishes known – these cats, dogs,

and birds I live with.

                                                                             JDG

Not much warmth but lots

of light…like many hard truths

that have come our way.

                                                                  JDG

So quickly they passed,

those days that once seemed as if

they would never end.

                                                                               JDG

How different the world

looks, how different they move through

each day, those snails and weasels.

                                                                                JDG

Poetry lovers,

unite. Perhaps we’ll become

a Rumi nation.

                                               JDG

They lined the porch rail

and gave me a look: “Get off

your duff. We need food and stuff.”

                                                                       JDG

December’s snow job

covers up a multitude

of harsh realities.

                                                      JDG