Knox’s habit of
running with sticks is ok
until they get in my way.
JDG
Still Standing
The morning after
the big wind, the trees softly
wave a green hello.
JDG
Means Of Transport
On my way to work,
the car isn’t my only
transport. The vibrant
shades of green transport me too
and I arrive vitalized.
JDG
Knox Gets It
Knox watches as a dog
runs with a man on a bike.
Looks at me with longing.
Shakes his head.
Even he knows there are limits.
JDG
Earthshine Moonglow
Thought you might enjoy this poem jointly written by my son and I on Mondosedoka.
Tonight’s crescent moon
held its full self in its arms
as the clouds whispered goodnight.
~
When our shadow basks
in our own, reflected glow
we remember we exist.
A Wild Example
Even when days are
gray, the wild birds still sing.
I shall take my cue from them.
JDG
Rags To Riches
I’ll never tire
of those golden moments when
I somehow manage
to silently smile at
life’s little bleeps and not screech.
JDG
Homestyle Recipe
To a sprinkling of buttercups
and a dollop of dandelions
add morning sun
and a cool May breeze.
Fold in wild bird song
and a rippling pond.
Let it settle.
Feed your soul.
JDG
Simply Here
No existential questions,
no angst-filled speculations –
just me and my dog
walking along a country road
on this overcast April day.
JDG
Late Afternoon Refreshment
Watching the sun-lit leaves
stir softly in the breeze
as the mourning doves
and white crowned sparrows feed,
I give thanks for this day,
for all that stirs within,
for all that feeds me.
JDG
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