Once upon a time
I wrote a poem that rhymed,
but that was then. This is now
and all the rhymes have fled,
but wait, I just spotted one ahead.
JDG
Once upon a time
I wrote a poem that rhymed,
but that was then. This is now
and all the rhymes have fled,
but wait, I just spotted one ahead.
JDG
The visiting cat
gets a mixed welcome.
Our cats hiss.
Knox sighs and sniffs,
lets the visitor rub his leg,
resumes his rest.
He’ll need his energy
for chasing squirrels,
a pleasure the cats
simply miss.
JDG
Big sorting going on again.
Decisions must be made.
What to keep, what to let go
for inner and outer renewal.
JDG
Soft song of drizzle
followed by white puffs
slow dancing across broad
blue stage – the sky’s auditioning
for role of quick change artist.
JDG
It’s not that my world
has grown smaller
or my pleasures thinner,
it’s just that as I grow older,
I have come to enjoy
life on a smaller scale.
JDG
Scolded by a jay today
for his meal’s brief delay.
Told him to take
it up with the manager.
JDG
The morning’s so warm
it’s as though I fell asleep
in February
and the next morning I woke
up and suddenly there’s May.
JDG
When we first came to this patch of land
that wild cherry greeted us
with white blooms and green leaves.
As the years passed she slowly
bloomed less and less;
her branches held fewer leaves.
Recently several of her branches fell.
This year may be her last.
We treasured her presence through the years.
She will be deeply missed.
JDG
As the sun slowly
climbs over the horizon,
Knox invites me to
leap into this perfect
squirrel chasing day.
JDG
Knox brought home
a stick of great worth.
Was dismayed when
he had to leave it outside
where it was sure
to be stolen by
mercenary squirrels.
JDG