Knox stands at the door
watching as the grandkids leave.
Slowly he turns, goes
and gets his ball as if to say,
“Come on, gal. We can still play.”
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
The Return
They lived their lives in
a lofty place, but now those
once green leaves, shriveled
and brown, lie on the ground close
to the roots from whence they came.
JDG
Canine Therapy
We sit together,
Knox and I, as the sun sinks
past the horizon.
It’s moments like this that take
the stings of the day away.
JDG
Something To Build On
It might take some searching,
but if adversaries
can find some good
in each other,
that’s a start.
JDG
Watching The Rain Fall
Watching the rain fall,
my mind goes to childhood
wonderings about
who turned on the giant hose
and sprinkler in the sky.
JDG
Love In The Time Of Zoom
In a world of instant connection,
this group of women, who have challenged
and nurtured each other over many years,
value modern technology and cherish
the old-fashioned, slow interweaving
of their lives and hearts.
JDG
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A Space For It All
Wrapped in the warmth of
friendship, we cooly discuss
our mortality.
JDG
Night Lights
Beneath the night sky
we walk with flashlights, waiting
for the rising moon.
JDG
Woofing It Up
Molly and Knox, out for a walk,
met on our winding country road.
It was play at first sight.
They romped and rolled,
barked and bowed,
tail-waggingly glad
to have found each other.
JDG
Here, Now, This
Small boy and his puppy
splash through puddles.
Pink climbing rose
glistens with rain drops.
Gray days don’t have to be dreary.
It’s our minds that make them so.
JDG
