On yet another gray day
the trees are dropping
golden reminders
to prepare for cooler weather,
more darkness, less light.
JDG
On yet another gray day
the trees are dropping
golden reminders
to prepare for cooler weather,
more darkness, less light.
JDG
Between the honking geese
and the cawing crows
my silent rural retreat
has turned into
a wild reality show.
JDG
When my mood matches
the dreary weather,
it’s time to find
my inner sun, but even
my inner crescent moon would do.
JDG
I get still and ask myself
what wants to have its say today.
I get still and wait
’til with a start, I awake…
The body had its say.
JDG
My two granddaughters solved
all the world’s problems
on our drive back to college.
Surprisingly, they didn’t want
my wise input on such weighty matters.
JDG
How many times has my life
been filled with light
from an unknown source
as was my walk this morning
before the sun slowly revealed itself?
JDG
Knox looked up at a falling leaf
as a plane passed overhead.
He looked puzzled
as if to say,
“I didn’t know leaves could roar.”
JDG
The whitest of clouds,
the bluest of skies, mirrored
in stillest of ponds –
the air, neither hot nor cold,
smelling of harvested hay.
JDG
Looking for answers
when we haven’t bothered to
form a real question.
JDG
Feeling younger now,
as though I’ve retrieved
a quality of energy
I unintentionally
left behind, an unexpected
circumstance at almost seventy-nine.
JDG