Knox and I differ

on how long we should walk in

icy cold weather.

Once outside, he cunningly

delays tending to business.

JDG

Rain competes with snow.

Who will have the final say

even they don’t know.

JDG

You don’t need to soar,

but it would help if you would

just open a door.

JDG

Once I stopped looking

for happiness,

happiness found me.

JDG

Knox looked up

and whimpered as

I walked out the door.

Back to work so soon?

JDG

It looks like it’s going to be

quite the splash, the sky all decked

in brilliant pink, the grounds in

shimmering white., the raven

standing at the altar waiting

for the mystery bride.

JDG

I know it isn’t

bits of cloud fallen to earth,

but the child within

sees it that way.

JDG

Slipping and sliding

into my eighty-third year

thanks to this wintry mix.

JDG

Before the sun fully crests

the horizon, a peaceful

stillness embraces the land.

No flutter of wings,

no cawing or cooing,

no meowing or barking,

no mooing or crowing.

Just the rhythmic drip of melting snow.

JDG

Red cardinal, green tree,

white snow – what a colorful

hello and goodbye.

JDG