Another year.
Another overcooked turkey.
Another green bean casserole.
Another bowl of cranberry sauce.
Another pan of pumpkin pie.
Another… the list goes on and on
just like their endless chattering.
Whoopie Doo!
So much to look forward to!
JDG
Another year.
Another overcooked turkey.
Another green bean casserole.
Another bowl of cranberry sauce.
Another pan of pumpkin pie.
Another… the list goes on and on
just like their endless chattering.
Whoopie Doo!
So much to look forward to!
JDG
The incoming water
whispers to the waiting shore:
I’m on my way.
JDG
A tightly clenched fist
can give us the illusion
that we’re holding back
when it’s far more likely that
we’re just trying to hold on.
JDG
In all the flurry
the squirrels made, that small bird
just sat and observed.
JDG
Just across the road
Pax, a dog, has come to live.
Knox is pleased to have met at last
a fellow lover of big sticks.
He’s tried for years to show me how
to snatch them up and run around,
but now he’s found a just right pal
and can let things rest with this old gal.
JDG
The dark may be good
for sleeping, but we shouldn’t
decide to live there.
JDG
Birds open their wings to fly.
If we’d open our hearts and minds,
there’s no telling where we’d fly or
even how high. Why not give it a try?
JDG
The pink impatiens
couldn’t bear to stop blooming.
After a brief pause,
knowing they’d have to hurry,
they left us a parting gift.
JDG
No seed is left behind.
My parents must have reminded
the squirrels and birds
about all those starving squirrels
and birds in China.
JDG
Peeking through branches
now bare of leaves, sun and moon
conspire to fill
the emptiness, not with leaves,
buy with shinning, golden light
JDG.