I sit down, try to write.

 Dog and cats put up a fight.

Walk? Snacks? Pats? Play?

They sigh and look my way.

I shake my head and decline.

I just want to sit and rhyme.

They exchange a sullen glance.

Dog begins to paw and prance.

Cats take a different tack,

kneading and purring to call me back.

My eyes widen suddenly.

I was blind, but now I see.

They have come to inspire me.

JDG

Every day since winter

announced its icy presence,

we’ve gathered fallen branches,

moved fallen trees,

offered heartfelt thanks

that we’re still standing.

JDG

If lightly I walk

through the heaviness

life brings, perhaps

I’ll have what I need

to graciously give

and also receive.

JDG

Power outage.

Knox and I find refuge

 at son and daughter-in-law’s house.

Morning brings rude awakening 

when Knox, eighty pounds and rising,

bounds onto their bed

and showers them

with grateful kisses.

JDG

Beauty sometimes comes

with a price. We lost power

and trees to the winter storm,

but  gained sparkle and wonder.

JDG

Winter storm,

power out,

sitting in my warm car

writing poetry.

JDG