The sun strokes the trees 

as we walk, Knox with his stick,

and stickless me.

JDG

Each day has a rhythm 

of its own. Sometimes

we can match its beat,

but sometimes we’re just out of sync.

Today I need soothing and slow,

something like a gentle waltz,

or even a soft lullaby,

something that lets me

sway in place, something

that matches my own pace.

JDG

Another balmy

day as the new year begins –

we’ll see what unfolds,

but meanwhile let’s enjoy

this surprising gift.

JDG

Mist adds mystery

to the morning – a fitting

start for the new year.

JDG

Red wings, grey mist –

cardinals gather for breakfast

as bluejays launch a protest

and squirrels come rushing in.

A dramatic play begins.

JDG

Pipes burst,

ceiling collapsed.

Tempers raged,

relationship ruptured.

Winds stormed,

branches fell.

2022 ends

with a bang.

JDG