Out our way Knox is used to
being the biggest dog around,
but yesterday Bella stole his crown.
He sized things up in a flash
and invited her to run and dash
’cause play beats crowns any day.
JDG
Out our way Knox is used to
being the biggest dog around,
but yesterday Bella stole his crown.
He sized things up in a flash
and invited her to run and dash
’cause play beats crowns any day.
JDG
The morning choir
of cacophonous crows
could definitely use
some fine tuning.
JDG
Through the grey morning mist
and the lingering smell of
fall decay, we walk,
taking note, too, of
the gold along the way.
JDG
Upon my return
Knox wiggles and howls.
It might be from joy.
It could be a rebuff, but
one thing’s clear –
I’ve been gone long enough.
JDG
What a joy it is
to suddenly stumble
upon an essential
aspect of ourselves
that, long ago in an effort
to please, we buried alive,
and to find, though buried,
it remains very much alive.
JDG
Rushing to do good,
we focus on arrival
rather than the path.
JDG
Pink clouds float gently
in leaf strewn pond – heaven joins
earth and together they rest.
JDG
Breath well spent-
laughing,
walking,
listening,
talking,
singing the song of life.
JDG
Slight frost on fallen leaves,
scent of woodsmoke in the air,
smiling pumpkins on the porch,
kids’ mounting excitement
as they picture tomorrow’s treats …
JDG
Peach colored skies
announce the sun’s near arrival.
Knox and I walk,
hoping its visit will last.
JDG