Where will they settle,
these leaves tossed by a restless
wind – much like my scattered thoughts?
JDG
Where will they settle,
these leaves tossed by a restless
wind – much like my scattered thoughts?
JDG
Hanging by a thread,
that brown leaf danced its last dance –
an autumn ballet.
JDG
Going boldly where
I haven’t gone before – well,
not boldly, but still going.
JDG
Could it possibly
be I’ve finally hit my
groove? It seems that way today.
JDG