I look down and see

old and weathered hands. How did

they get so attached to me?

JDG

It’s all well and good

to seize the day, but I would

prefer a softer approach.

JDG

Preparing for fall,

some trees are adding a touch

of gold to their green wardrobe.

JDG

As summer begins

to yield to fall, the sky sheds

tears of both joy and sorrow.

JDG

So busy were they

establishing primacy,

those mourning doves failed to eat.

JDG

On those dark days when

pain threatened to rule, Frida

fought back with pencil and brush.

JDG

The crickets and frogs

serenade the rising moon,

celebrating its fullness.

JDG

They had a good run

those sunflowers. and though they’re

fading fast, they will come back.

JDG

Out in the open,

running here and there, that vine

proudly reveals its colors.

JDG