Everyone wants to
be heard, but only a few
want to really listen.
JDG
Everyone wants to
be heard, but only a few
want to really listen.
JDG
Two old friends walk together.
Sometimes they speak,
sometimes not,
but they’re always connected.
JDG
It takes courage to br real.
It feels safer to pretend
to ourselves and to each other.
Thus we hide behind our masks
feeling safe but unseen.
JDG
Those birds had a lot
to say as they flew by,
but I couldn’t understand
such elevated talk.
JDG

After the sudden rain
this magical creature
appeared at our door.
Whether it bore a message
or was a message,
I don’t know, but its silent
beauty spoke to my soul.
JDG
It looked like some sort
of ceremonial dance,
making me wonder
if those two birds were courting
or had just gotten married,
though I do know for certain
Knox and the cats were not invited.
JDG

I wonder where those
soaring black birds are headed.
Though I’m not soaring,
I know I’m headed somewhere,
but where that is remains unknown.
JDG
Hoping March doesn’t
discover her inner lion
and begin to roar. Her gentle
lamb side is much preferred.
JDG
The cold kiss of frost
carried no delight on that
frigid winter morn.
JDG