Woke up this morning
to the beauty
and the bother
of the falling snow.
Decided to focus
on the beauty
and ignore
the bother.
By early evening
both had mostly
slipped away.
JDG.
Woke up this morning
to the beauty
and the bother
of the falling snow.
Decided to focus
on the beauty
and ignore
the bother.
By early evening
both had mostly
slipped away.
JDG.
We take for granted,
the beat of our heart, in-breaths
and out-breaths until
we’re challenged and gratitude
for those life rhythms flows forth.
JDG
One more reminder
that I can’t
do this lying down
so now
I’m on the move.
JDG
Greeting the morning:
the clamor of geese,
the complaining of crows,
the cooing of doves –
such different takes on the same day.
JDG
Back to the dog park
after days of
being snowed in
at home.
Whoof de doo!
JDG
The tree is alive
with fluttering wings
awaiting
a turn
at the bird feeder.
JDG
Four inches of snow,
hourly chime of the clock,
one cup of oatmeal,
the steady beat of the heart –
measures of this wind-swept day.
JDG
Even that old,
overturned bucket
is transformed
into a thing of beauty
by the fallen snow.
JDG
A winter storm is
on the way, but today there’s
sun and no wind so
it’s off to the dog park for
Knox to get his zoomies out.
JDG
Among the landscape
filled with glittering
patches of snow,
the stench of skunk lingers.
Life is a mixed bag.
JDG