I don’t know how,
but Knox always seems to know
when we’re headed
to the dog park.
His tail wags harder
as he prances to the car
and on the way
he sends me encouraging nods
and “Good Girl” glances.
Once there, he signals his approval
with a quick look back as he dashes off
to renew old acquaintances
and make new friends.
I wasn’t that hard to train after all.
JDG
The sun sets,
the moon rises –
the soundless slide of time.
JDG
The rushing stream sings
of all it has seen and all
it might see ahead.
The trees nearby join in. Though
rooted, they’ve seen plenty too.
JDG
The silence lingers
except for soft whisperings
suggesting secrets
carried on the shifting breeze.
The sun smiles knowingly.
JDG
A quiet Christmas –
by late afternoon only
the wind could be heard.
JDG
At double arms reach:
it’s how we’ll spend this Christmas
because we love each other.
AG
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Our hearts reach beyond
our arms and in our hearts we
will hold each other.
JDG
Romping and rolling,
fetching and catching,
splashing and dashing –
free at last
at the dog park today!
JDG
She’s on the lookout
for her real self.
She cannot remember
when or where
she left it.
JDG
One tree
laden with gold –
a stirring hallelujah
amidst a dirge
of gray and brown.
JDG
Raindrops cling
to outstretched branches
adding sparks
and twinkles
to an otherwise gray day.
JDG
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