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

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

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