Sun paints the landscape

with a golden brush

as birds vie for a place

at their breakfast table

and Knox, looking puzzled,

searches the snow covered ground

for his favorite sticks.

JDG

Red cardinal, gray day.

Blankets of white, bluest of Jays.

Energetic dogs, sleepy cats.

Dancing fire, falling snow.

Young adults, old me.

January symphony?

JDG

If they wait til noon

only a few kernels remain

and by two even those few

have disappeared, 

a lesson duly noted

by all flighty flyers.

JDG

Walking a winding path

into a whole new year,

wondering where it will take us

and what it is we will find.

JDG

Waking from a nap,

I look out the window

and see a small bird,

head cocked, 

staring back at me.

I wonder what 

he’s thinking, what

 he’ll  tell his friends,

how his tale will begin,

and how it will end.

JDG

Knox looked at the trunk

of that fallen tree

and shook his head as if to say,

“That’s  too much

even for me.”

JDG