The slightest rustle

of leaves reveals a small bird’s 

presence as he waits

impatiently for me to

sprinkle seed on the porch rail.

JDG

The morning stillness

wraps its arm around me as

I slowly awake.

The day’s chatter will start soon,

but for now it’s not begun.

JDG

Small. white butterflies

chase each other about, then

pause to sip nectar

from the abundance of blooms

patiently awaiting them.

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From across the pond

an owl asks his persistent

question, but doesn’t

wait for an answer; therefore

he’ll always be in the dark.

JDG

Land and trees beamed when

the sun made an appearances

after so many

rain filled days. 

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Each morning that crow

gives me answers to questions

only he would ask.

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Lifting their branches

 to the rain, trees call out,

“Enough already!”.

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Small bird hesitates,

then joins the big birds who dine

along the porch rail.

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We can always hope

though the day begins with rain,

the sun will break through.

JDG

There’s something to be learned

from that mother deer 

who stopped her fawn from nursing.

Though they’re still bonded,

it’s time for the fawn 

to shift its gaze from mom

and feed upon its own.

JDG