My days are slower, my agility less.

I spend time with clouds and earth,

listen to wind move in trees and watch

 the pond catch the moon. 

I’m not settling down or settling for.

At eighty I’m just settling in.

JDG

From a bare stump,

the sad remains of a well-loved tree,

new growth springs…

a reminder once again

of the surprising gifts this land

brings every single day.

JDG

Before the rain began,

under gray skies,

Knox and I walked.

He had time to

chase a few squirrels,

gather some sticks,

and tend to his usual

 morning business.

JDG

The rising sun

is beyond my control,

but I can still enjoy it.

My rising temper 

is a different story.

JDG

Today Knox showed me

how to find joy and you’re right,

it has to do with sticks.

Joy is scattered all around us,

and when we open our eyes 

and see it, like Knox, let’s 

celebrate its presence

and take it for a run.

JDG

We can’t do it all,

but we can always do something,

even if it’s only 

to take a breath and refresh.

JDG

October sunrise

brings cooler weather as geese

honk their way southward.

JDG

Cardinal calls out

to falling yellow leaf:

“Race you to the ground!”

JDG