Three birds,

three ways to end the day –

  owl,

determined to solve the mystery;

crow,

making it cawfully clear he does not give a damn;

  wood thrush,

weaving his melody into the heart of things.

                                                                                                JDG

Glasses missing.

Keys gone astray,

and how the !#&!

do you block

spam callers anyway?!

Untempered by age,

temper’s ablaze.

~

Sorry, Higher Self,

Lower Self’s taken the stage.

                                                        JDG

So lovely she was,

flying among the flowers.

A fallen beauty now,

she lies upon the ground,

her wings forever folded.

                                               JDG

Today I got a taste,

not by will, but by grace

of an unaccustomed peace

as my grandkids scanned

each item in the store

looking for that just right,

deeply satisfying thing.

I knew better than to share

that just right, deeply satisfying things

 can be found within.

Some things can’t be bought.

 Some things can’t be taught.

When they come our way,

as they did for me today,

we offer silent thanks

for the wonder of a gift

freely given and unsought.

                                                                                                                                                            JDG

“You’re not our mama.”

those little ones seem to say,

“but could you feed us anyway?”

                                                                      JDG

On this hot July day

lady deer has found

the perfect place to be

and she’s not moving.

                                                       JDG

Flowers, as your petals 

start to fall

 do you lament each loss

as we humans do?

                                                             JDG