When you were little,

you and I fell asleep

listening to lullabies 

in the refurbished shed

down by the water’s edge.

Soon you will return

to the refurbished shed

and you and your husband

will fall asleep wrapped in the silence

 of the waxing and waning moon

while I give thanks for the unexpected

refuge that shed has been.

JDG

I don’t get up ready

to embrace the day,

but the day reaches out

and embraces me.

Dog, cats, and birds greet me

with a chorus of requests,

and before I know it,

the day and I are locked

in a mutual embrace.

JDG

Flowers wilt. Leaves fall,

but that’s not what’s happening now.

Now life swells in leaf and flower,

inviting us to this moment …right now.

JDG

Late afternoon –

trees sparkle in the sun,

birds flirt with each other,

butterflies sip sweet nectar,

I rest.

JDG

Felt something in hair.

Reached for it. Offended wasp

not pleased. Stung finger.

Flew off. Wasp did what wasps do.

I grabbed pen. Did what poets do.

JDG

Small purple flowers –

spirit lifters, soul fillers,

haiku among the grass

JDG

On our walk Knox sniffs

every blade of grass 

with relaxed intensity.

Needless to say, our pace

is excruciatingly slow until

a squirrel stops by

and rescues me from another

 eternal grass sniffing moment.

JDG

As I try to write,

Knox sits next to me on the couch,

loudly chewing on his bone.

Murphy, the cat, sits

on the couch’s arm

and nuzzles my ear.

I guess they want me

to write a love poem.

JDG