Getting in one last nibble
before the rain,
those two birds, one red,
one black, took their time
as the sky slowly darkened.
JDG
Getting in one last nibble
before the rain,
those two birds, one red,
one black, took their time
as the sky slowly darkened.
JDG
Unexpectedly,
old songs play in my mind
as commentary
on the present moment.
JDG
Those deer took their time
moseying across our lawn,
pausing to nibble
on whatever struck their fancy –
the epitome of ease.
JDG
They say a journey
of a thousand miles starts
with a single step.
I’m keeping that in mind as
I aim for ten thousand steps.
JDG
Why he decided
to talk back to thunder,
I’ll never know,
but Knox and thunder went at it
as the puzzled cats made a hasty retreat.
JDG
Reaching for the moon,
she touched,
not the moon,
but her visionary self.
JDG
Little sprig of green
on a bare limb –
sometimes it’s like
that for us after
we’ve been stripped bare.
JDG
Everything’s grist for
the poetry mill as my
ODE TO VOMIT shows.
JDG
Ah, Vomit…you are
tangible evidence of
what I can’t stomach,
a reminder to always
be mindful of what I take in.
JDG