Song birds herald
the end of rain,
the spread of birdseed.,
the start of day.
Through the window
the cats watch
but don’t join in.
JDG
Song birds herald
the end of rain,
the spread of birdseed.,
the start of day.
Through the window
the cats watch
but don’t join in.
JDG
Worked all day on my taxes.
Felt I deserved a reward.
Knox brings me a stick…
I respectfully decline..
JDG
Morning air fills with
songs of lilting joy. Knox finds
his among the sticks.
JDG
Ever so gently
the wind blows today making
up for its former harshness.
JDG
Talking with some folks
is like being on a flight
with no clue if,
when, or where they’ll land.
JDG
Big bird brawl.
Wings flapped.
Seed scattered.
Loud caws.
JDG
With wordless wonder
I watch as Spring unfurls its
wordless message of renewal.
JDG
Mother night
slowly tiptoed in,
wrapping earth and sky
in a comforting blanket.
JSG
I sit with a group
of women in the presence
of poetry when
suddenly I realize we
ourselves have become a poem.
JDG
I’m done with all this doing!
I’ll set aside those endless
chores and give
my hands and mind a rest.
I’ll step into the Sabbath sun
and loiter ’til I’m finally done.
JDG