As winter draws near
do those deciduous trees,
feeling deserted,
give their evergreen sisters
an envious look
as they watch their own leaves leave
or do they sigh with relief?
JDG
As winter draws near
do those deciduous trees,
feeling deserted,
give their evergreen sisters
an envious look
as they watch their own leaves leave
or do they sigh with relief?
JDG
Confined to fear-locked,
windowless rooms, we can’t see
what might set us free.
JDG
Gray, wet day – a gold leaf falls.
Caught by the windshield wiper,
it reminds me
in the most sweeping way
of all the gold I don’t see
when I’m caught instead by gray.
JDG
October rain can’t
fully quench Autumn’s fire,
but it can dampen
our own. It’s a fine trick to
embrace both fire and rain.
JDG
Without taking one
step, she began a journey
to the center of her heart.
JDG
Those musicians took
whatever life hurled their way
and with a deft sleight
of hand, composed magic from
misery, rhythm from rage.
JDG
In arms of pines lost
leaves rest before they begin
their final descent.
JDG
Gold-glorious trees
extend their limbs even to
dark, complaining crows.
Is there a natural lesson
here or just a poem for Poe?
JDG
This stretch of road, I
travel alone, yet always
I know you are there.
JDG
When all three of them
agreed I need not use my
limited supply
of time and energy to
meet with their teachers
at the appointed time, I
somehow knew I must
set aside their deep concern
for my well-being and go.
JDG