As the day closes
we’re honored with a steam bath,
compliments of earth and rain.
JDG
As the day closes
we’re honored with a steam bath,
compliments of earth and rain.
JDG
Some days I can’t see
life’s poetry when it’s there
right in front of me.
JDG
They might not
see eye to eye,
but yesterday, Murphy the cat
and Knox the dog
touched noses.
JDG
The tiniest of baby deer
strolled across our lawn this morning,
its watchful mother by its side:
an old and sacred story.
JDG
So many chances
to practice patience, but I
could do without most of them.
JDG
The cats stare wide-eyed
at that squirrel sprawled out on
the porch rail. What’s up?
For us, so much depends on
the story we tell ourselves.
JDG
This ninety degree
day, juniper trees weighted
with pale blue berries
defy the heat, remind us
to prepare for Winter’s cold
JDG
Wouldn’t it be great
if there were a buyers’ guide
to help us determine
which of our many ideas
we should buy?
Oh wait – maybe that’s what
those ancient, sacred writings
were designed to do.
JDG
I told Knox I was
too tired to play, but he had
other ideas.
“You throw. I’ll fetch and soon you’ll
see how happy we’ll both be.”
JDG
Droplets from the sky
visit the welcoming pond
and they blend right in.
JDG