Again and again
he tried to get that dangling
sack of birdseed ’til
at last, his tail aswish, he
turned aside, seeming to
see all this effort was not
for him. It was for the birds.
JDG
Immediate Forecast
Splash of salmon on
horizon’s edge – sun’s promise
on a cloud-filled day
JDG
When Realization Comes
Take one breath and then
another. No word need be
spoken, no action
taken ’til I get this act
of conscious breathing
down…or so I thought until
the realization
came and I understood I
may not speak or act again.
JDG
Muted Melody
light hush of snow, bare
whisper of breeze – lullabye
for a tired soul
JDG
Early Buds
Early buds sometimes
get the warmth, but often they
are stopped cold in their
rush to be the first in Spring’s
long-awaited unfolding.
What Lies Ahead
They weren’t of my own
making, those water diamonds
shimmering on my
windshield in the morning sun,
but they made me look
at what lies ahead and ask
that I make some diamonds too.
JDG
Winding My Way To Equanimity
After getting all
wound up about winding down,
I decided on
another course – I’d unwind
instead with a bit of wine.
JDG
That February
February threw all kinds of fits, but
has chosen to
leave with a
sun-lit
face.
JDG
Food For Thought
I prepared a banquet for those birds last night
but not one stopped by
or sent regrets.
It wasn’t til later the following day
that those hard-partying birds
showed up to dine
only to find their Saturday banquet
(now Sunday brunch)
was not divine…or so they opined.
JDG
Keepsake
I never swam with the dolphins.
I never ran with the wolves,
but once I danced in a swirling skirt
beneath a partial moon.
I never danced out far.
I never danced in deep,
but when was that ever a bar
to any dance we keep?
JDG
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
