As much as we’d like,
things are seldom black and white,
but sometimes there’s gold.
JDG
As much as we’d like,
things are seldom black and white,
but sometimes there’s gold.
JDG
Clouds in shades of pink,
white, and gray catch sight
of themselves in the pond –
mere reflections of their lofty selves.
JDG
On a walk with Knox
waiting for something to drop
other than this rain.
JDG
With a simple wag of the tail,
Knox sends waves of love
my way and lets me know
even though I might be blue
I’m solid gold to him.
JDG
A brief stopover
was all those geese needed
before they resumed their flight.
It’s too bad they couldn’t
give their honks a rest too.
JDG
It seems the deer had
a luncheon date near my porch,
but Knox objected
so they hurriedly moved on
to a more welcoming place.
JDG
A bright light begins
to rise over a darkened
horizon marking
the start of a new day.
JDG
They’re going out
in a blaze of color
as they add
a touch of fire
to this cool and rainy weather.
JDG
Sometimes it seems like
we’re living, empty and alone,
in a never-ending void
and only later do we learn
how fertile it was.
JDG
Are they arguing
over directions or just
feel a need to sing?
JDG