Why feast on nectar

when there’s plenty of dog poop

along the roadside?

JDG

Reaching for the moon,

she touched,

not the moon,

but her visionary self.

JDG

Every evening

they go for a leisurely stroll,

that doe and fawn.

Like us, they have their daily rituals.

JDG

I told Knox I was

too tired to play, but he had

other ideas.

“You throw. I’ll fetch and soon you’ll

see how happy we’ll both be.”

JDG

After days of warmth

a chill set in. It won’t be long

before it’s warm again.

Isn’t that the way things go?

Nothing lasts forever.

JDG

May the peace of these

rooted trees envelop me

and still my uneasy heart.

JDG

It’s almost mid May

and blackberry bushes have

much to say. Filled with

white blossoms, they speak with glee

of the fruit they’ll offer free.

JDG

The sun and the moon

cast different lights,

and even their light changes

with clouds and time,

which leads me to reflect

that what we see depends

on the light we view it by.

JDG

We’re all story tellers

even if we don’t know it.

What’s in your repertoire –

high drama, comedy, mystery,

tragedy, historical fiction, or true romance?

JDG