I clear a space,
an altar of sorts,
and place upon it
my joys and sorrows
and everything in between.
I bow in thanks
for this holding place.
JDG
I clear a space,
an altar of sorts,
and place upon it
my joys and sorrows
and everything in between.
I bow in thanks
for this holding place.
JDG
Wind rustles among
red and golden leaves: Autumn’s
moving melody.
JDG
Knox made his debut
at the dog park and asked each
dog he met to dance.
Not one to waltz, he boogied
and shimmied his time away.
JDG
A day of glitches
calls for deep breaths
and letting things go.
By nightfall I’ve managed
a few small surrenders
and a few deep breaths.
JDG
Even though many
were impatiently waiting,
she took the time to
listen carefully and help
each person when their turn came.
JDG
Overnight, fairies came
and spread icing over the yard.
Knox barked his thanks
for this home delivery
and dove right in.
JDG
I remember when, like Knox,
I began the day
with play.
I forget how and why
I was pulled away.
JDG
All the other blooms
have surrendered their color,
but one bloom clings to
its former glory. Still, each
is lovely in its own way.
JDG
In these stress filled times
sometimes a coherent thought
crosses my mind,
but I’m too weary
to pursue it.
JDG
As the sky darkens
and the winds begin to blow,
Knox stops and looks up,
sees a soaring hawk and seems
to say, “Why all the ruckus?”
JDG