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

Knox and the ladies line up by my bed

sighing deeply at my selfishness.

Here they are starving as I try

to catch a few more winks

of much needed sleep.

JDG

The vast sky holds

streaks of pink

and clouds of gray.

What you see depends

 on where you look.

JDG

Which do you think

will have the best, overall results:

taking ourselves in hand

or taking ourselves 

by the hand?

JDG

Trees, in their search for light,

 reach across the divide

and create a space 

of overarching beauty.

May we do so too.

JDG

Layers of thoughts,

layers of feelings

obstruct my view.

Need a love cloth

to dust my soul.

JDG

Saturday’s gentle rain

quiets an overactive mind, 

releases tensions tied to busyness,

gives even the obstreperous squirrels

a chance to rest.

JDG

Lounging on the couch,

nodding dog on one side.

 purring cat on the other –

wordless companions.

evening peace.

JDG