Morning sun
brings a sparkle
to trees and ground.
May it also light
a spark in me.
JDG
Morning sun
brings a sparkle
to trees and ground.
May it also light
a spark in me.
JDG
Evening sky,
streaked with pink,
bids the sun goodbye,
greets the moon,
waits for the stars’ passing wink.
JDG
One brown leaf remains.
Except for that the tree is bare.
Leaving home, it seems,
can be hard even for
dry and weathered leaves.
JDG
Beneath a blue sky,
fields, still green, sparkle
in the morning sun.
I wouldn’t mind
sparkling too.
JDG
Light rain falls,
a few birds call,
damp leaves whisper
beneath my feet…
grey peace.
JDG
Ah, that knock again…
it’s weariness
seeking refuge,
a quiet place
to lay its head.
JDG
It seems I live beneath
an avian thoroughfare.
Birds can get noisy,
but unlike us,
they don’t have crashes.
JDG
A small sighting
warmed my day –
a dandelion shining
among fallen leaves.
Life persists amidst decay.
JDG
Through the grey morning mist
and the lingering smell of
fall decay, we walk,
taking note, too, of
the gold along the way.
JDG
The golden silence
of autumn trees
on a breezeless day
invites us to take
refuge in their leaves.
JDG