With the wind picking up and rain

starting to fall,

where will that small

spider go? He

chose to spin his web between two

branches quite close

to the limb’s edge.

This spot may have

 seemed perfect for snagging prey, but

 now he himself

has become prey

to autumn storms.

                                                       JDG

At day’s end I drove right into

a sky lit with

fire, igniting

my senses too.

It wasn’t long before the day’s

cares were consumed

and my burnt-out

phoenix heart rose

again, renewed and ready to

soar once more, fueled

with the beauty

of fading sun.

                                                       JDG

Turning the page shifts the focus

but previous

pages are still

there, making up

the story that led us here. Things might

take surprising

turns, but the hand

that writes and the

hand that turns must change too or the

 same old story

just repeats on

a different page.

                                                JDG

A splash of pink among the pines,

then a slow fade

to washed out grey.

Pollen rests on

a rippleless pond and no breeze

plays among the

leaves. Within an

hour the light grows

bright;  the air stays still. Some things shift;

others stay the

  same on this day

 as on others.

                                                            JDG

From that stately, blushing tree, soft

song emerges.

A morning round

begins as mist

spreads its morning mantle over

singer, song, and

tree. It won’t be

long now before

the day’s uncovering begins,

but until then

I’ll rest, held by

sweet harmony.

                                                        JDG

Watching that small squirrel dash across

the road as cars

rush by, grey mist

clinging to his

feet, I wonder why we risk these

small crossings. What’s

on the other

side is much like

where we already are. Still, there’s

something that calls

out to us to

go – just in case.

                                                                             JDG

My hands have become another’s

and when I look

into the mirror,

the face staring

back at me belongs to someone

I remember

from another

time. These feet, too,

seem quite familiar and yet I

wonder when they

 appeared and what

became of mine

                                                   JDG

After a trip to DMV,

learner’s permit

in hand, we both,

my granddaughter

and I, began to bond as the

driving guide said

we would. In fact,

on that first try

we became so close that I was

practically in

her lap as she

turned sharply left.

                                                 JDG