Are they late risers,
those birds who come
to the feeder well past noon,
or are they simply passersby
grabbing a bite on the fly?
JDG
Are they late risers,
those birds who come
to the feeder well past noon,
or are they simply passersby
grabbing a bite on the fly?
JDG
After listening
to complaints about the rain,
Nature offered sun and heat.
JDG
Amidst this field of
purple clover, I bow to
a royal presence.
JDG
Every new toy is
mouth tested to see if it
makes the final cut.
So far every toy that does
is slowly disassembled.
JDG
Someone must have loved
this place, so full of blooming
daffodils, but now
the house, long vacant, crumbles
and no one’s around to care.
JDG
The play of light on
flowers, lawn, shrubs, and trees
intensifies life’s beauty,
creates magic,
grounds us in natural joy.
JDG
Forsythia spreads
its golden branches wide
in a silent welcoming.
Head bowed, the Weeping Willow
sheds glistening tears
of pure, green joy.
Spring enters with a sunny smile,
warmly touching all she meets.
JDG
To sum it all up
in just a few barks, I’ve made
significant improvement.
JDG
“Rain, rain, go away,”
I sang and it did, but what
came was snow, not sun.
I guess I should have been more
specific with my lyrics.
JDG
A surge of yellow
pansies sweeps away the grey
from this rainy day.
JDG