Flowers receive hummingbird’s song,

offer sweet nectar to him.

I watch, enthralled.

For a moment

all’s right with the world.

JDG

Sometimes we look down

when things are looking up

because it didn’t happen fast enough.

JDG

Sometimes it’s a choice,

but for me it’s mostly not.

Surrender is not easy

when you’re used to holding on,

but puzzling as it is

 loss can be a gain.

JDG

Dreams shared, stories told

as friends gather 

to feed the soul.

JDG

I can’t stop the war without.

I’m just a small loop in a much larger chain. 

I’ll turn to the war within, 

to those endless battles of judgement and despair.

In reaching out to those inner foes,

I’ll take a step toward peace,

and from there, who knows what will unfold.

JDG

Just outside my door

Knox whines. Is he praying

I will listen and let him run outside?

Is he praying he will finally catch a squirrel?

Outside my door

a man runs. Is he running to

or from? What’s he running for? Is he praying

this will be enough to get him what he’s looking for?

And as for me?

I watch and write – a poem?

  a prayer?  or just a bit of light?

JDG

Alone

in an empty room,

a hand touches mine.

JDG

With the birdseed in place

the show begins, but

it soon takes a turn

when squirrels storm the stage.

What began as a homespun tale

becomes an action packed drama

until Knox rushes in and saves the play.

JDG