Knox scoffs at the thought
that I trained him when it’s clear
he’s still training me.
JDG
Knox scoffs at the thought
that I trained him when it’s clear
he’s still training me.
JDG
A congress of birds
met on the porch concerning
the distribution
of seeds, but stayed divided
even when the squirrels appeared.
JDG
So happy to have
this “three bear” kind of day –
not too hot, not too cold,
a day that feels just right .
JDG
Knox and I walked, not in the snow,
but by the lingering light
of snow moon as it brought
the magic of heaven to earth.
JDG
Almost every day
begins the same way with Knox,
the cats, and birds making
their needs clear.
In meeting their needs,
my need is also met.
JDG
I
What will come knocking
on the door of my heart today?
I don’t want to be off somewhere
wandering streets of worry.
I want to be home.
I want to open the door.
JDG
There’s a way out
and there’s a way in
and often it’s through
the same door.
JDG
Knox, the cats, the birds,
and I have found a common rhythm.
Sometimes I get distracted
and lose our basic beat,
but I can always count on them
to nudge me back on beat.
JDG
Cardinals rest on snow
covered branches unaware
of the pleasure they bring.
JDG
First to come, last to leave,
the bluejays feed.
rivaled only by the squirrels,
both unconcerned
about wearing out their welcome.
JDG
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