On this gray day

a cardinal’s flash of red

 ignites a small flame

of unexpected joy.

JDG

When I get lassoed by my thoughts

and dragged this way and that,

Knox comes to my rescue with

a stick, a toy,a soulful look,

an invitation to wordless play.

JDG

After spinning in circles,

a sudden insight comes:

try a different route.

JDG

When our buzzing minds

relax, only then

can we attend

to the nascent 

self within.

JDG

Our skeletons aren’t in the closet. 

They reside deep within,

beneath all outer coverings

where they’re ignored until

their presence is made known.

JDG

The still pond blushed

with pleasure and the trees

heaved a  sigh

as the pink clouds passed by.

JDG

This morning I find comfort

in the sound of the cat scratching at the door,

in seeing Knox’s eager, wagging tail,

in the mourning doves waiting to be fed,

in the contentious squirrels battling for food.

This morning I find comfort in taking out the trash,

in the sound of coffee spilling into my cup,

in the smell of toast waiting to be buttered,

in cleaning out the litter box.

This morning I find comfort in knowing

I’m here to greet another day.

JDG

Resting st the shore

of consciousness, waves of sleep

wash over me. Soon

I’ll be swimming in a sea of dreams,

 far from here, but not awake.

JDG