Ah, the irony
of trying to learn patience
by exercising control…
JDG
Ah, the irony
of trying to learn patience
by exercising control…
JDG
Ah, that knock again…
it’s weariness
seeking refuge,
a quiet place
to lay its head.
JDG
Thankfully the sun
is sharing warmth and light and
the birds their many
songs. May we too share warmth,
light and song with each other.
JDG
Grandkids return home
for Thanksgiving and Knox
looks pointedly at his leash.
Does he want a walk or
does he just wonder
what’s been unleashed?
JDG
It seems I live beneath
an avian thoroughfare.
Birds can get noisy,
but unlike us,
they don’t have crashes.
JDG
The rustling of many wings
fills the morning air
as flock after flock flies south.
The pileated woodpecker
doesn’t seem to give a peck.
The male cardinal shakes his head.
The common raven gives them caws.
They’ll happily spend the winter here
and eat their meals upon my deck.
JDG
A small sighting
warmed my day –
a dandelion shining
among fallen leaves.
Life persists amidst decay.
JDG
Lying in the dark,
wrapped in silence,
I let the day come to me.
No need to leap from bed
demanding the sun hurry with its light.
It will come soon enough, kiss my hand,
and invite me to the daily dance.
JDG
A sliver of me
shivered as I imagined
our cold morning walk,
but I was soon warmed by
picturing Knox and his sticks.
JDG
Though we’re all
on a journey,
we each have our
own path.
JDG