All in a flurry –
wind and leaves and birds and folks –
this Thanksgiving Day.
JDG
Bird Call
I wonder if birds watch us
just as we watch them.
Would they classify us
according to those who
feed them and those who do not?
Mainly I hope they don’t
rely on the assessment
of some disgruntled crow.
JDG
Seasonal Competition
When it’s thirty-two
in the morning
and sixty-two by four,
who’s winning –
winter or fall?
JDG
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
With the holidays approaching
and family drawing near,
I’ve stocked up on some cardigans,
dusted off my tennis shoes.
Left to my own devices,
I don’t do so hot, but
Mr. Rogers could inspire
if I just dress the part.
JDG
Sabbath Walk
In the morning light
we walked, Toby and I,
he with hip dysplasia
and I with a limp,
the trees shimmering
from last night’s rain.
We walked with gratitude
and lilting hearts.
JDG
The Story Line
My granddaughter says
she comes from a long line of sassy women,
but doesn’t know if it’s nature
or nurture. What can I say
except that she’s covered either way.
JDG
Loaves And Fishes
Sitting in a restaurant,
having lunch with a friend,
feasting on laughter and stories,
I caught the eye of a woman
at a table nearby.
She nodded and smiled.
As we were leaving,
we exchanged a look and a smile.
” I enjoyed watching you two,” she said.
” I enjoyed your enjoyment,” I replied.
The man at her table cracked up.
JDG
Schooled By My Dog
Faced with the temptation to run free,
Toby took the high road and waited patiently.
The door stood open and he stood still,
hoping I would soon recall
we walk tethered
or not at all.
JDG
As Winter Nears
“Shh, don’t tell the jays
but food has returned
to our bird feeder,”
Woodpecker announces
with multiple pecks.
Cardinal tweets an additional note,
“And keep the news from
those thieving squirrels.”
JDG
Before You Know It
Gloom of overcast
days can slowly seep into
unsuspecting hearts.
JDG
