I try

to tell them,

these early rising creatures,

that I prefer to 

lie abed until sunrise,

but they insist it isn’t wise

or even kind to delay

their meal times.

JDG

On the evening walk I didn’t want to take,

I saw daisies and buttercups,

was caressed by a cool breeze,

spotted a soaring hawk,

met nice neighbors,

smelled sweet honeysuckle,

listened to birds

bid each other goodnight.

Knox simply wagged his tail,

feeling no need to say I told you so.

JDG

I feel sleep reaching

out to me, inviting me

to close my eyes and rest.

Before I can accept,

Knox nudges me gently,

and offers a counter invitation.

I respectfully decline.

He won’t take no for an answer

so off we go on a walk

JDG

Honeysuckle’s sweet smell 

casts a spell and suddenly

I’m six and pretending

to be drunk on its nectar,

staggering around with

other honeysuckle-drunk friends.

JDG

We ask

where do we go

,from here,

but what if

here is enough?

JDG

Sometimes we run out of time

waiting for the right time.

Maybe it’s best to just begin.

JDG

Buttercups smile

in the warming weather –

tiny bits of fallen sun.

JDG