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

Hearing the old tree

creak, I realized we two have

some things in common.

JDG

Time to put the pen

down. Out of ideas, but

still plenty of ink.

JDG

Swept away the mind’s

debris and let the trees speak.

Wind blows me a kiss.

JDG

No need to search for

gold. It abounds all around

in bush and flower.

JDG

It’s hard to listen 

to the whispers of the soul

when ego’s busy talking.

JDG