As the sun slowly rises,
the sleeping world wakes,
wondering what the day will bring.
JDG
As the sun slowly rises,
the sleeping world wakes,
wondering what the day will bring.
JDG
The lawn is scattered
with tiny flowers seizing
their place in the sun
before the yearly mowing begins.
JDG
Obviously that owl
has not found the answer
to the question he keeps asking.
JDG
Like any tavern,
the bird feeder has its regulars
and the occasional brawl.
JDG
Rumor has it that
the blooms on those Bradford Pears
are pieces of escaped clouds.
JDG
For a few minutes
that tiny bird had the seeds
to himself, then squirrels came.
JDG
March slowly concedes
to Spring’s insistence on change.
It’s hard to always
be caught in the middle.
JDG
Chasing butterflies,
Murphy, our cat, sleeps
while I lie awake
counting sheep.
JDG
Spring’s green message of
renewal reminds us gray
doesn’t have the final say.
JDG
From high in the sky
the moon sends kisses of light,
making the pond glow.
JDG