Brown, rigid leaf,
yellow, limber dandelion
briefly meet on common ground.
JDG
Knox doesn’t share my
interest in poetry. I
don’t share his interest
in sticks, but somehow we share
an interest in each other.
JDG
A long drive
is much shorter
when shared with
a long-time friend.
JDG
Outside it’s cold and dark.
Sitting on the couch,
Knox snuggled by my side,
I breathe in warmth and light
and breathe out gratitude.
JDG
Knox’s learning curve
is faster than mine,
but he’s willing to work with me
which sure beats
either resident cat.
JDG
For most of my life,
my mind and body have not
been on speaking terms.
Now they’ve begun to converse
and we all feel more complete.
JDG
I struggle to find
a way through the wilderness
of words to the home
where poetry resides. There
I’ll dine on meter and rhyme.
JDG
Introvert ventures out,
gasps,
keeps going.
JDG
Weighing my options,
wanting to get it right, but
can’t see the future.
JDG
Listen.
Do you hear it?
Something is knocking
at your heart’s door.
Open the door wide.
Stand still.
Invite the knocker in.
It has something to say.
Listen.
JDG