I sometimes think of
migrating myself as I
listen to those honking geese.
JDG
I sometimes think of
migrating myself as I
listen to those honking geese.
JDG
Sometimes it only takes
the sight of smiling daffodils
to elicit one in return.
JDG
Dissolving into
the morning dew,
the dust from passing cars
found another home.
JDG
Let us police
the sly way fear and doubt sneak
in to rob us of our peace.
JDG
A day that began
with rain turned sunny by noon,
nature’s enactment
of a potentially reassuring truth.
JDG
That wee woodpecker
at the feeder seemed confused.
Should he peck or should he chew?
JDG
With a simple movement
of the tongue,
the sweet sound of silence
disappeared and in its place
inanity twittered.
JDG
The empty road called out,
asking to be
the one more traveled by
It glistened in the sun
when the young boy
jumped on his bike,
making it the chosen one.
JDG
Awake before sunrise,
I begin my morning chores
to the sweet sound of silence,
the day’s cacophony yet to begin.
JDG
Tiny bits of green
peek out from outstretched branches
testing if the time
is right for them to spring forth
and grace us with their presence.
JDG