Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Lives Lived Unknown

lives lived unknown
unlike my own
where windows glow

am i alone
a passing froehn
along the way i go

side these homes
of weary bones
a hidden truth doth show

lives not my own
i cannot disown
love makes a way to know

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Respect Your Neighbors – Sign at Doctor’s Office

A good proverb for life outside of a doctor’s office too.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Gray Christmas


gray day
leaving to walk in the rain
i stop the car to talk to her
how are you? she asks
OK i say
this weather is crazy she says
i agree but what can you do?
weather is a lot like the death of loved ones or the pain of those still living
this is the first Christmas she has felt like celebrating she says
it takes time to recover
i nod in understanding
happy holidays i say
she smiles
Merry Christmas she says
leaving i realize i am smiling too

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

A Song for a Dying Dog on a Beautiful Fall Day

I spent Saturday with my friend and his dying dog.

It was a beautiful fall day, one of the prettiest we’ve had this year. We sat outside in the front yard, while she lay in the soft cool grass, her breathing labored. My friend’s wife planted bulbs in the flower bed. He and I chopped up roots and pulled concrete out of the ground. Their little girl played in the dirt. With the roots. And with Bana.

She’s 12 years old, an Australian Cattle Dog, and the cancer is all through her body. Neighbors came by to say hello, and to say good-bye to her. We reminisced about her antics, her high energy, her playfulness, the night the copperhead bit her when I was taking care of her and I raced down to the emergency clinic in Winchester at 4am in the morning while her face swelled up.

Both of us were scared. But she made it through.
She won’t this time.

The post man and the ice cream truck came by and we laughed as Bana, even in her weakened state, had to bark at them one more time. We laid our hands on her, stroked her, loved her, held her close.

After awhile I went inside and got a guitar. Then my friend did. Then the neighbors, who are a well-known folk duo, got back from a gig in New York and they came over. Another neighbor walked over with an acoustic bass.
So we did a song.

In a circle
on a beautiful fall day
letting go
and helping the wonderful dog trying to sleep on the grass behind us
ease out of this world
filled with as much love and music
as we could give her.

Selah, Bana,