I don’t get up ready

to embrace the day,

but the day reaches out

and embraces me.

Dog, cats, and birds greet me

with a chorus of requests,

and before I know it,

the day and I are locked

in a mutual embrace.

JDG

Flowers wilt. Leaves fall,

but that’s not what’s happening now.

Now life swells in leaf and flower,

inviting us to this moment …right now.

JDG

Late afternoon –

trees sparkle in the sun,

birds flirt with each other,

butterflies sip sweet nectar,

I rest.

JDG

Felt something in hair.

Reached for it. Offended wasp

not pleased. Stung finger.

Flew off. Wasp did what wasps do.

I grabbed pen. Did what poets do.

JDG

Small purple flowers –

spirit lifters, soul fillers,

haiku among the grass

JDG

On our walk Knox sniffs

every blade of grass 

with relaxed intensity.

Needless to say, our pace

is excruciatingly slow until

a squirrel stops by

and rescues me from another

 eternal grass sniffing moment.

JDG

As I try to write,

Knox sits next to me on the couch,

loudly chewing on his bone.

Murphy, the cat, sits

on the couch’s arm

and nuzzles my ear.

I guess they want me

to write a love poem.

JDG

Knox must have decided

after the storm we needed

a pick up so he picked up

the biggest stick he could find,

lifted it high, and pranced about.

JDG