Grandkids return home

for Thanksgiving and Knox

looks pointedly at his leash.

Does he want a walk or

does he just wonder

what’s been unleashed?

JDG

The rustling of many wings

fills the morning air 

as flock after flock flies south.

The pileated woodpecker 

doesn’t seem to give a peck. 

The male cardinal shakes his head.

The common raven gives them caws.

They’ll happily spend the winter here

and eat their meals upon my deck.

JDG

Lying in the dark,

wrapped in silence,

I let the day come to me.

 No need to leap from bed

demanding the sun hurry with its light.

It will come soon enough, kiss my hand,

and invite me to the daily dance.

JDG

Though we’re all

on a journey,

we each have our 

own path.

JDG

Still night.

Shining stars.

Knox and I walk.

I look up.

He looks down.

I sniff the air.

He sniffs the ground.

Between us we have it covered.

JDG

Silhouetted against the slowly

brightening sky, dark branches

of trees become more clear.

Inside the demands of cats

and dog also grow more

bright and clear. Inside and out

the message is clear –

another day has come. 

Be here.

JDG