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
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
Opened present.
looked inside.
Teary eyes.
JDG
Yearning for some holiday cheer,
I turn on the tv only to discover
season’s greetings have been replaced
with season’s grievances.
Knox and I go for a walk and are cheered
by the sight of cardinals among the evergreens.
JDG
Today’s yard: moving
mosaic of dark and light,
a joint gift from clouds and sun.
JDG
Every evening it’s the same.
Murphy comes and lies
beside me on the bed.
There’s no nudging
to be petted, no demands
of any kind, just a gentle purring
as her eyes softly close.
We’re together and for us
that’s enough.
JDG
Mid-September morning
sings a song of cool, bright light,
invites us to step outside
and join its celebratory choir.
JDG