Running in circles,
Knox chases his tail.
I don’t know what he’ll do
if he catches it.
JDG
Running in circles,
Knox chases his tail.
I don’t know what he’ll do
if he catches it.
JDG
Beneath a waning moon.
an owl calls out his familiar
question, but, as always,
receives no reply.
JDG
Can’t sleep? Imagine
you’re a baby being rocked
by loving hands.
JDG
Such tiny footprints,
but even they leave a mark
showing you were also here.
JDG
Passing train whistles
greetings to the rising sun.
It’s a passing flirtation.
JDG
That small blue tailed skink
took our welcome mat at its word
and slithered through the door
causing quite an uproar as cats
and dogs made it clear
skinks are not welcome here.
JDG
On that Autumn day,
the chilly air and the sun
weren’t on speaking terms.
No matter how hard they tried
they couldn’t bridge the divide.
JDG
If only I had
a GPS for my mind,
perhaps I could stay on track.
JDG
He began to dance
and invited me to join,
but I only dance
with those whose hearts have proven
to be thoughtful, kind, and true.
JDG
Sun and rain agreed
to join each other for some
early morning play.
JDG