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