How many times have I said to myself,
I can’t be in
two places
at once,
but
when
I saw
the full moon
reflected in
the still pond, I thought, “Oh, that’s how it’s done.”
JDG
How many times have I said to myself,
I can’t be in
two places
at once,
but
when
I saw
the full moon
reflected in
the still pond, I thought, “Oh, that’s how it’s done.”
JDG
What lingers after my walk this morning –
four small, red leaves
hanging from
a gray
branch.
JDG
At the post office
filling out forms to return
Jimmy’s unopened meds.
Woman behind the counter
asks me what kind of dog I have.
I burst into tears.
She calls a coworker to tend her station.
“Meet me at the door around the corner.“
I go. She opens the door.
“Come here, hon. It’s hard. I know.
They’re like family.”
She hugs me.
Her name is Grace.
JDG
The pond, reflecting on all the sun shows
but leaves unsaid,
waits to hear
from the
wind.
JDG
Across empty fields, acres apart,
dogs howl soulfully
at the partial moon.
I, standing in the dark.
join my song to theirs
and together we serenade the rising moon.
JDG
Where will they settle,
these leaves tossed by a restless
wind – much like my scattered thoughts?
JDG
Autumn tones down its act,
preparing for
Winter’s somber show.
JDG
Starting where I am –
reactive in heart and mind –
I’ll actively say
yes (when I remember) and
mindfully move on from there.
JDG
Sun waves its wand, turns
frosty mornings into warm
afternoon delight.
JDG