Sometimes we run out of time
waiting for the right time.
Maybe it’s best to just begin.
JDG
Sometimes we run out of time
waiting for the right time.
Maybe it’s best to just begin.
JDG
When that worry flag
starts waving, I’m learning to
nod and walk away.
JDG
Buttercups smile
in the warming weather –
tiny bits of fallen sun.
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
Those two cats think
they’re so smart,
but they simply can not bark,
and when I give
them a playful sniff,
all they do is hiss, hiss, hiss.
I know it takes all kinds,
but with those cats
I draw the line.
JDG
On sleepless nights
the moon and I have
lengthy conversations
and often the stars
add some light.
JDG
After today’s rain
a scattering of tiny
white petals imitates snow.
JDG
In the Spring rain birds
come to the feeder and sing,
not for their breakfast…for joy.
JDG
first at the bird feeder,
last to leave –
our unwelcome guests
JDG
If Knox could clap,
I know he would
when he saw me
toss those sticks
into the woods.
Instead he excitedly
wagged his tail,
and brought them
back one by one,
happy I joined
in his fun.
JDG