It seemed the squirrels and bluejays

had called a Christmas truce,

but it didn’t take long

before wings began to flap

and tails began to thump

as they each laid claim

to our birdseed gift.

JDG

Birds sing as squirrels scramble

for the seed on the porch rail.

There’s enough for everyone.

JDG

Words come and go,

and although we try to

chase them down,

often they just can’t be found.

JDG

Sometimes it just takes

an understanding smile

or a tail wag or two

to shift our day to a happier hue.

JDG

There was some debate,

but in the end the moon fled,

leaving the stage to the sun.

JDG

When I casually mentioned

that dishes don’t wash themselves,

they wisely did not say

that’s what grandmothers are for.

JDG

It was warm enough

this morning that Knox and I

didn’t mind the rain.

I can’t say I danced, but Knox

did a smooth foxtrot alone.

JDG

Though the diner’s soup

was rot, my dear friend’s presence

fed my heart and soul.

JDG

Greeting

my winter friend,

the sun, I give

a welcoming shiver.

JDG

Defying the cold

and gloom, our Christmas cactus

gives a long, pink shout.

JDG