Fallen branches cleared,
plants watered, birds fed, dog walked –
now with a sigh of
satisfaction, I lean back,
grateful for both work and rest.
JDG
Fallen branches cleared,
plants watered, birds fed, dog walked –
now with a sigh of
satisfaction, I lean back,
grateful for both work and rest.
JDG
No use mowing down
those rebellious buttercups.
They’ll just rise again,
strong and always resilient,
to claim their place on the lawn.
JDG
Wanted to share this post my son and I wrote on Mondo Sedoka.

A washed out eclipse,
none the less, provides a chance
to capture dynamic clouds.
~
Even though you did
not get what you were looking
for, look what you got!
Knoxaroni helps
me see the magic I would
otherwise have missed –
a lost glove, tattered but found,
roots protruding from the ground.
JDG
Day breaks free from night
as those owls keep questioning
“Who? Who? Who?” and crows,
cardinals, doves, and bluejays say
it really doesn’t matter.
JDG
It was so subtle,
that sudden shift of light,
I couldn’t tell which
grew brighter, the buttercups,
the trees, or possibly me.
JDG
There’s less conflict
at the feeder when
most of the seed is gone.
Maybe when stomachs are full,
there’s less appetite for fight.
JDG
After many days of brisk winds,
today is suddenly still.
I let that stillness be my guide
and after many days of busyness,
I slow down and softly settle in.
JDG
Today I offered
my worries to the clouds above.
Sadly, they declined.
JDG
Sometimes what we need most
is an engaged witness –
one who offers us attentive presence
and a silence so open and deep
that we can hear our own heart speak.
JDG