The golden silence
of autumn trees
on a breezeless day
invites us to take
refuge in their leaves.
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
First dusting of frost –
an early proclamation
of what is to come.
JDG
What’s a walk without
a roll, Knox asks, as I stand
not a tad enthralled.
JDG
Much ado about
nothing? You’ll have to direct
your questions to Knox
who’s been running around in
search of both sticks and answers.
JDG
Having second thoughts,
that hawk passed up a tasty
morsel from a strolling skunk.
JDG
Every day Knox finds
a different way to bring light
and laughter into our home.
JDG
Seeking inspiration,
I poured through books
written by those said to be wise,
but today I found it
in a surprising burst of affection
for a small ant crossing my path.
JDG
The vast sky holds
streaks of pink
and clouds of gray.
What you see depends
on where you look.
JDG
Wrapped in night’s silence,
warmed by the light of the moon,
we finally rest,
lulled to sleep by the presence
of softly lit emptiness.
JDG