When you’re pricked by thorns, it’s real easy to

lose sight of the

blooms and their

fragrant

scent.

                                                            JDG

That line of geese filled the sky with non-stop

commentary

on their long

flight back

home.

                                                                               JDG

The light shines bright, but our vision grows dim,

clouded by our

focus on

other

things.

                                                       JDG

Sometimes you receive the just right book at

the just right time.

This was one

of those

books.

                                                   JDG

Leaves, distinctly singular, but like each 

of us, one part

 of a much

larger

whole.

                                                                JDG

What lingers after my walk this morning –

four small, red leaves

hanging from

a gray

branch.

                                                                        JDG

The pond, reflecting on all the sun shows

but leaves unsaid,

waits to hear

from the

wind.

                                                                 JDG

After the rain the trees had no need for

a rainbow. They

turned themselves

into

gold.

                                                          JDG

Even now, from the old green new green grows,

knowing Winter’s

cold promise

will be

kept.

                                                                         JDG

A sunlit morning, yet dark clouds hover.

The sky holds both

clouds and sun.

So must

we.

                                                                                                    JDG