The evergreen in
me delights in spring’s return
with its young and tender green.
JDG
The evergreen in
me delights in spring’s return
with its young and tender green.
JDG
When they pried open
the suet cage, the crows found,
much to their dismay,
they couldn’t grab the whole cake
and go on their merry way.
JDG
Looking out my window,
warmed by the sight of the sun
filtering through the trees,
leaving patterns of light and shadow
on the grass below.
JDG
I pause my efforts,
notice my breath, feel my heart.
There’s no need to rush,
no need to push. It’s time now
to stop trying and allow.
JDG
Raven nodded his
approval as he surveyed
the feast laid before
him, though he would have preferred
no interfering squirrels.
JDG
Three generations
sit by the pond, each with their
own reflections. Times
change, reflections differ, but
the welcoming pond’s the same.
JDG
Another eye,
a much younger one,
helps me decide
what to discard
and what to keep.
Those younger arms
gather the excess
and take it all away.
I beam my thanks –
my space and I
now more open
and complete.
JDG
Woodpecker seems pleased
the fallen suet feeder’s
back in its rightful
place, but the squirrels preferred its
easy access on the ground.
JDG
As the sun sets
and the moon
begins her slow climb,
robins gather
for one last song
before owls
take the stage.
JDG
Bent and broken branch
persists in offering
buds and bright blooms.
JDG