So many changes
in such a short time …
but wind still whistles
among the trees
and sunlight still shimmers
across the pond.
Jays and squirrels
still seek dominion
and mourning doves
still gently coo.
Irises bloom and daffodils fade
and I? I watch it all,
inside and out,
and slowly gain
a richer understanding.
JDG
At the end of each day
I will ask myself,
“What’s something you noticed today?”…
Even a small sighting will do.
JDG
Tiny buttercups
dare to bloom in the midst of
those towering pines.
Both share the same cloud filled sky,
are rooted in the same dark ground.
JDG
This spring we are reminded
there are many ways
to thrive and be green.
JDG
Don’t let that soft coo fool you;
that mourning dove
can take a stand.
She flapped a wing
at an advancing squirrel
before she flew off,
shortly to return
and peacefully share
the bird seed laden rail
with other friends with wings.
JDG
.
It’s not only we
who can tie ourselves in knots;
nature does this too.
JDG
The sun has no favorites.
It shines
on both old growth and new.
JDG
Nature sings songs
of green,
of flowerings,
and for a moment,
I sing too.
JDG
Writing poetry
can open the closed windows
of a fearful mind.
JDG
Ever wonder what the trees
are up to at night?
The day ended with green buds,
opened with bursts of white.
JDG
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