Small purple flowers –

spirit lifters, soul fillers,

haiku among the grass

JDG

On our walk Knox sniffs

every blade of grass 

with relaxed intensity.

Needless to say, our pace

is excruciatingly slow until

a squirrel stops by

and rescues me from another

 eternal grass sniffing moment.

JDG

As I try to write,

Knox sits next to me on the couch,

loudly chewing on his bone.

Murphy, the cat, sits

on the couch’s arm

and nuzzles my ear.

I guess they want me

to write a love poem.

JDG

Knox must have decided

after the storm we needed

a pick up so he picked up

the biggest stick he could find,

lifted it high, and pranced about.

JDG

In the slightest of drizzles

we walk. No sun, moon, or stars

accompany us. It’s just Knox and I,

drizzle, and gray sky

and for us that’s enough.

JDG