We drivers create
quite a stir
among the fallen leaves.
They’re moved to
rise again and dance.
JDG
We drivers create
quite a stir
among the fallen leaves.
They’re moved to
rise again and dance.
JDG
As Autumn’s golden
light filters through the changing
leaves, I pause and ask,
” Is any light filtering
through a changed and changing me.”
JDG
Like a river
deals with a rock,
I’m learning
to deal with
obstacles.
The river doesn’t
protest
the presence
of a rock,
nor does it let it
stop its flow.
It works with
and around
what is there.
JDG
The dreary weather
has gotten
to the birds.
They’re squabbling over
Invisible seed.
JDG
A yellow leaf drifts
slowly to the ground
as a mourning dove
flies upward to the trees –
a moving passage.
. JDG
Strangely,
the steady fall
of raindrops
satisfies my longing
for a lyrical Autumn
and I dance
to a different beat.
JDG
Sometimes
we hide
a sorrow so well
it becomes a secret
even to ourselves.
JDG
I thought I heard the trees
whispering among themselves:
“What humans really need
is a vaccine
for stupidity.”
JDG
These rolling hills
cradle my heart
no matter the season.
I fall asleep each night
wrapped in gratitude.
I wake each morning
with a hymn of praise,
I go through my day held
by these rolling hills of home.
JDG
Looking at myself
through laughing eyes
I have to chuckle.
Really, Joan?
Really?
JDG