Glazed with white, the November ground greets us –

an offering

of Autumn’s

simple

grace.

In

morning’s

early light,

we give thanks for

those we’ve loved who rest in earth’s grace-filled white.

                                                                                                                  JDG

In the dark of early morning, before

kids, dogs, and cats

begin to

stir, I

sit,

soak

myself

in silence,

then, turning, write

myself into the start of this new day.

                                                                                                    JDG

The grandkids have named the pond Martin. Why

I do not know.

Dominion

is not

their

claim. I

suspect it’s

deep affection

for what’s brought them joy and deserves a name.

                                                                                                                              JDG

“Practice radical inefficiency,”

she said and I

began right

then. Now

time

stands still,

folds around

me like a shawl.

I wrap myself in its sufficiency.

                                                                           JDG

Slowly summer colors shift and so do 

we. Petals fall

and days grow

crisp as

we

get

crisper

too, setting

summer reading

aside for learned books and study guides.

                                                                                                      JDG