With the scent of

a freshly mowed lawn

in my nostrils

and the lawn’s soft texture

beneath my feet,

I take in beauty

and walk in peace.

JDG

He let it be known

he’d been patient long enough

and it was way past time

for him to visit his beloved dog park.

Subtlety is not his strength.

JDG

Each tree has its own

shade of green. There’s no fuss

over which shade is best.

Each is firmly rooted in

its own identity.

JDG

I find comfort in

the green of plants, shrubs, and trees:

Nature’s remedy.

JDG

When I’m angry, sad,

or worried. these rolling hills

I call home, hold me

steady until heart and mind,

body and soul can realign.

JDG

She reached for the moon

and almost touched it before

the moon cradled her.

JDG

Slowly, ever so slowly,

I’m beginning to see

how I amplify my suffering

weaving stories made up

of “If onlys”.

JDG

She always found a way,

even on the darkest of dark roads,

to bring light, love, and laughter

to the journey. She walked with us

through really rough patches

when the winds were howling

and lightning filled the air.

And when the sun broke through

or the full moon rose,

she was there too – sharing

a funny dog video or an inspiring tale.

It’s hard to imagine walking

without her by our side,

diet coke in hand.

JDG

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.

Me:     “What is it, Boy?”

Knox: “Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park.”

Me:     “Not right now, Buddy.”

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”

Me:     “It’s not all about you, my friend.”

Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper,  But, whimper, whimper, whimper,  it should be.”

Me:     “Give me a break.”

Knox: “Woof. That’s my point. Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park. Break, Break, Break.”

Me:    “Not now. Not now. Not Now.”

Knox: (Deep sigh. Shakes head. Lies down. Soft moan. “When will she ever learn? When?”

JDG