I don’t know what I did,
but it must have been
very wrong ’cause
that bluejay’s staring
right at me
and going on and on.
JDG
I don’t know what I did,
but it must have been
very wrong ’cause
that bluejay’s staring
right at me
and going on and on.
JDG
The steady hammer
of a woodpecker’s beak drives
his argument home.
JDG
A warm April wind
promises warmth will linger,
but we’ve heard such guff before.
JDG
Ever thoughtful, Knox
watered the iris after
several days without rain.
JDG
That spellbound spider
got caught in beauty’s web, and
paused the work on his own.
JDG
Those purple iris,
stand tall and elegant as
buttercups smile and laugh
in the grass nearby.
JDG
Waiting for a storm
that may or may not come, we
grow tired and fall asleep.
JDG
Grey clouds crowd the sky
leaving no room for the sun,
but still the birds sing
helping us to see that there’s
always a song to be sung
JDG
Tiny white flowers
huddle close to the ground
hoping to duck
the lawnmower”s blade.
JDG
Running through the yard,
three young deer suddenly stop
and look back for their mothers.
JDG