Birds drop,
fling seeds. Even they are
in a rush today.
JDG
Birds drop,
fling seeds. Even they are
in a rush today.
JDG
Knox doesn’t need a map
to guide him home
after he dashes off
in pursuit of critters
by himself, all alone.
JDG
Crunch of dead leaves
beneath aging feet –
strangely satisfying
JDG
Trees, rooted and still,
line the road as cars speed by.
Birds watch from branches.
JDG
Brown leaves on gray ground.
Sun rises, birds squawk, dog sniffs,
I shiver and walk.
JDG
We’re always looking
for certainty in this
ever-changing world
where the only certain thing
is that it’s ever-changing.
JDG
Birds fed at seven.
All food gone by eleven.
Squirrels are in heaven.
JDG
A hand reaches out.
Take it in yours. Sometimes that’s
all a person needs.
It can be enough to know
there’s someone there by their side.
JDG
Today’s big project –
feed the birds, watch them dine,
a worthy project
anytime, but quite fitting
when you turn seventy nine.
JDG
The best thing about
living out here with cats, dog,
birds and deer is they
never feel the need to tell
me how to be or appear.
JDG