Female cardinal, joined

by male, glances at him, flies

away. Playing hard to get?

JDG

Justice often begins

with a small voice inside,

a tear drop

that says,

“Things can be better.”

It may grow to a trickle,

dripping more and more

until justice

“rolls down like rivers.”

as the Bible says,

where we tackle despair and

grief and feeling unwanted.

We may cross deep oceans,

making a difference

in fathoms of

poverty and racial strife.

No wrong is too small to right,

no hardship too large

to conquer

   If you need justice,

watch for the lighthouse

on the approaching shore of the water,

training your eyes

on the flickering

yet steady redeemer

of all beckoning lights

where someone, anyone is

waiting to help.

Morning sun winks at

turning leaves, causing some to

glow and some to blush.

JDG

Gold leaves take a curved

course as they fall to the ground 

showing that beauty

   can coexist with aging

  and a final letting go.

JDG

On the road near home,

I pass beneath a golden

canopy of leaves.

Autumn’s bountiful gift slows

me down and lifts me up.

JDG

Running in circles,

Knox chases his tail.

I don’t know what he’ll do

if he catches it.

JDG

Beneath a waning moon.

an owl calls out his familiar

question, but, as always,

 receives no reply.

JDG

Can’t sleep? Imagine

you’re a baby being rocked 

by loving hands.

JDG

Such tiny footprints,

but even they leave a mark

showing you were also here.

JDG

That small blue tailed skink

took our welcome mat at its word

and slithered through the door

causing quite an uproar as cats 

and dogs made it clear

skinks are not welcome here.

JDG