Wrapped in gray, the day

comes to a gentle close

whispering words of welcome.

Come as you are. Greet the night.

Let yourself be held in its dark embrace.

Morning will come soon enough.

                                                                  JDG

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

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

.

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