I’m almost glad the honeysuckle has come back.
It covers the branches of the tree
I stripped it from two years ago.
I didn’t know then the branches would stay bare,
that no new growth would come.
Now, once more, honeysuckle and juniper coexist
and what was bare is covered with
a sweet smelling blanket of white and green.
JDG
Sometimes instead of
working on something,
it is better to
first let it
work on us.
JDG
Taking a deep dive
into life’s rough waters
can be frightening,
but beneath the storm-tossed surface
a stillness can be found.
JDG
Knox stands still,
watching the tiny blue butterfly
circle close to his furry head.
I wonder…
Who’s watching who?
What do they make of each other?
JDG
Look!
Flying birds,
running deer,
hopping rabbits
darting butterflies,
and lumbering me…
we all make our home here
among the flowers and the trees.
JDG
White blooming clover
and yellow buttercups join
wild strawberries
to take over the lawn. Bees
and butterflies cheer them on.
JDG
The sky was as clear
as your laugh, the sun as bright
as your spirit on the day
a bald eagle came
to guide you home.
JDG
The days are wrapped
in a loose cloak of green –
the perfect garment
for this ever-shifting weather.
JDG
Sometimes talk so fills
the day that more words refuse
to come and speak on paper.
JDG
May I not focus
so much on the weeds
that I fail to see the flowers.
JDG
