All the dogs watched as

two owners squared off. It seems

some humans are poorly trained.

                                                        JDG

Fog hugged fields and roads

this morning – a natural

invitation to slow down.

                                                  JDG

One day it’s sixty,

the next day, thirty degrees.

Even the trees are confused.

                                                 JDG

A few flakes of snow –

Knox looks perplexed. What is this

white stuff falling from the sky?

                                                          JDG

Nighttime fears falter

when they meet the light and find

 their place in a larger whole.

                                                         JDG

After the rain stopped

the sky danced with sun-lit joy 

to a brand new melody.

                                                   JDG

Now that we have time

to smell the roses, will we

complain they’re not gardenias?

                                                 JDG

Why not find one small

thing we can do each day to

make things better and do it?

                                               JDG

So many changes

in such a short time – enough

to bring us to rock and rhyme?

                                                  JDG