Like us, trees change at varying rates.

Some rush ahead, leaves ablaze,

while others slowly shift from green to gold.

There are also those who show no signs

of change and seem to remain ever green.

But in the end, for them and us, growing stops

and there’s a big and final change.

JDG

The birds let me know

it’s quite okay tp put out

food on rainy days.

Lined up on the porch rail,

they stare my way til I 

surrender and obey.

JDG

After working overtime

all summer, the air conditioner

decided to go on strike.

We’re calling the professionals

for a therapeutic intervention.

JDG

The rough tongue

of my softly purring cat

licks my fingertips

as we settle in

for a night’s rest.

Soon she nods off

as I lie awake

wishing falling asleep\

was as easy for me

as it is for her.

JDG

Cobwebs on the grass –

Could there be a housing shortage

in spiderland?

JDG

A wave a smile,

a wink, a nod, a tear –

No longer alone.

You’re here.

JDG

That thin, unmoving snake

reminds me

death is a fellow traveler

on life’s winding road.

JDG

A trip to the dump

on a cool, sunny day…

 I tossed worn out feelings,

out-grown ideas,

and shattered hopes, 

making space 

for something new.

JDG

Trees shiver in warm

reception of Fall’s welcome breeze.

The grasses nod assent as

some birds begin their journey

to a different clime. Others

choose to remain behind and closely

monitor neighborhood feeders.

JDG