Vacationing with introverts,

each relishing time alone –

restorative 

intermittent hibernation.

JDG

Gently rolling waves

caress the shore. 

Seagulls make their way

through softly falling rain.

It’s cold outside,

but I feel warm.

JDG

King of the pond,

the great blue heron

stands on the dock,

surveys his domain,

spots Knox, 

flies away.

JDG

It makes for slow going,

this inner and outer fog

when I awoke,

but sometimes slow

is the best way to go.

JDG

On our walk today

I thanked the trees

for providing needed shade

in summer, and now in winter

letting the sun shine through.

Knox quickly joined in and barked

his thanks for their generous

offering of sticks.

JDG

There’s only one now,

but there’s a lot of thens.

They pile up like fallen leaves,

but some of them

remain ever green.

JDG

I go for walks with my human

and all she does is walk.

Never does she sniff a leaf or

roll in the grass or run with sticks.

She does write poems and stuff.

I’m trying to meet her where she is,

but it doesn’t seem like much.

 A pen’s a  very small stick

and just not up to snuff.

Knox

Been on the planet

for eighty years today, yet

sometimes it seems I just got here.

JDG

Even the lure of sticks

is not enough

for Knox to linger

in the winter rain.

He quickly returns

to his warm bed 

and DOG TV.

JDG