My grandkids said
they’d prefer to be treated
like Knox, my pampered dog.
I said ok…if
they’d keep the squirrels away.
JDG
My grandkids said
they’d prefer to be treated
like Knox, my pampered dog.
I said ok…if
they’d keep the squirrels away.
JDG
Forecast is for rain,
but at the moment the sky,
though gray, is still clear. We walk.
JDG
Breeze, leaves and light put
on a sparkling show for all
who choose to attend.
JDG
Knox brought home
a stick of great worth.
Was dismayed when
he had to leave it outside
where it was sure
to be stolen by
mercenary squirrels.
JDG
Bare limbs etched against
red sky as the day comes to
a fiery end.
JDG
Rising sun, rising
mist – nature’s gentle signal
that we should rise too.
JDG
The sun strokes the trees
as we walk, Knox with his stick,
and stickless me.
JDG
Bounding deer, darting
squirrels, dog in hot pursuit,
cats watching the game…
JDG
A flash of sunlight,
cardinal’s folded red wings –
blues chased away.
JDG
Writing a poem
a day won’t keep the doctor away,
but it’s a great distraction.
JDG