Just over the hill
and around the bend,
next to the large pond
surrounded by trees,
lies my small, round house.
No matter the season
or the hour, I know
I will be greeted by
an assortment of creatures,
indoors and out,
welcoming me home,
checking to see
if I remembered
to bring treats.
JDG
Sometimes you don’t know
how much you needed a rest
until you get one,
and then, before you know it,
it’s time to get up and go.
JDG
Gold leaves and red
have fallen away,
leaving branches
starkly etched against
an ever-changing sky…
The beauty now
is of a different kind.
JDG
Brown, rigid leaf,
yellow, limber dandelion
briefly meet on common ground.
JDG
Knox doesn’t share my
interest in poetry. I
don’t share his interest
in sticks, but somehow we share
an interest in each other.
JDG
A long drive
is much shorter
when shared with
a long-time friend.
JDG
Outside it’s cold and dark.
Sitting on the couch,
Knox snuggled by my side,
I breathe in warmth and light
and breathe out gratitude.
JDG
Knox’s learning curve
is faster than mine,
but he’s willing to work with me
which sure beats
either resident cat.
JDG
For most of my life,
my mind and body have not
been on speaking terms.
Now they’ve begun to converse
and we all feel more complete.
JDG
I struggle to find
a way through the wilderness
of words to the home
where poetry resides. There
I’ll dine on meter and rhyme.
JDG
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