I took my worries

for an early morning walk,

but they chose to take

a rest when we came upon

the sun kissing the morning dew.

JDG

With indignation

Knox surveys the falling rain

then looks up at me

as if to say “I guess this 

means another indoor day.”

JDG

Slipping and sliding

 becomes splishing and splashing

as the icy mass

slowly succumbs to warmer

temperatures and the sun.

JDG

Knox emerges from

the mist carrying a huge

blue ball stolen from

his friend Pax and brought home to

supplement his store of sticks.

JDG

Woke up too early.

Tried to bribe the sleep makers

with a poem, but

there were no takers so I’ll

try counting each breath instead.

JDG

In a show of white,

the snow stops us in our tracks,

asks us to take in

the beauty of the moment,

 the vast expanse of time.

JDG

Learning a new way

of living when you’re deeply

entrenched in the old

is like moving to an unknown

country with only a map.

JDG

Anticipating

storm’s afternoon arrival,

people strip the shelves

and hurry home to await

the year’s much hailed first snow flake.

JDG

A tightly clenched fist

can give us the illusion 

that we’re holding back

when it’s far more likely that

we’re just trying to hold on.

JDG

 Every night the trees

frantically sway in the wind

as lightening flashes

and water pours from the sky.

We’d welcome a change of scene.

JDG