Even when days are
gray, the wild birds still sing.
I shall take my cue from them.
JDG
Even when days are
gray, the wild birds still sing.
I shall take my cue from them.
JDG
I’ll never tire
of those golden moments when
I somehow manage
to silently smile at
life’s little bleeps and not screech.
JDG
To a sprinkling of buttercups
and a dollop of dandelions
add morning sun
and a cool May breeze.
Fold in wild bird song
and a rippling pond.
Let it settle.
Feed your soul.
JDG
No existential questions,
no angst-filled speculations –
just me and my dog
walking along a country road
on this overcast April day.
JDG
Watching the sun-lit leaves
stir softly in the breeze
as the mourning doves
and white crowned sparrows feed,
I give thanks for this day,
for all that stirs within,
for all that feeds me.
JDG
Mind and body took
a walk this morning and mind
wouldn’t stop talking.
JDG
Slowly dying tree,
tiny bits of tender green –
strength in vulnerability
JDG
Mr. Personality
spotted a possum
lying under a tree
and, tail wagging,
suggested they run free.
He seemed puzzled when
the possum declined
’cause who wouldn’t play
on a day so fine.
Grabbing a stick,
he headed my way.
At least she’s standing
so maybe she’ll play.
JDG
As the sun sets,
green leaves take on
a golden hue
reflecting the gift
the sun has brought.
JDG
Today Spring kindly
prepared us for Summer with
sunny skies and just
a slight breeze as temperatures
hovered at ninety degrees.
JDG