Colorful visitors,

swayed by wind’s whispers, dance in

my yard this fall day.

JDG

November may be

the longest month. I guess we’ll

have to wait and see.

JDG

Evergreens prefer

to ignore the season’s call

to release and let go.

Instead, they hold firmly

to their right to be themselves

and do as they choose.

JDG

Before the sun has risen,

Knox has, insisting 

if he doesn’t quickly

clear our land of squirrels,

all will be lost and so,

I too arise and while he

chases squirrels, I…

I chase dreams of sleeping in.

JDG

When our hearts and minds

contract let’s look around for

ways to expand them.

A loosened grip creates space

for us to grow in place.

JDG

Female cardinal, joined

by male, glances at him, flies

away. Playing hard to get?

JDG

Justice often begins

with a small voice inside,

a tear drop

that says,

“Things can be better.”

It may grow to a trickle,

dripping more and more

until justice

“rolls down like rivers.”

as the Bible says,

where we tackle despair and

grief and feeling unwanted.

We may cross deep oceans,

making a difference

in fathoms of

poverty and racial strife.

No wrong is too small to right,

no hardship too large

to conquer

   If you need justice,

watch for the lighthouse

on the approaching shore of the water,

training your eyes

on the flickering

yet steady redeemer

of all beckoning lights

where someone, anyone is

waiting to help.

Morning sun winks at

turning leaves, causing some to

glow and some to blush.

JDG

Gold leaves take a curved

course as they fall to the ground 

showing that beauty

   can coexist with aging

  and a final letting go.

JDG

On the road near home,

I pass beneath a golden

canopy of leaves.

Autumn’s bountiful gift slows

me down and lifts me up.

JDG