When a friend brought me

a poem I had written

years ago, I was

moved by her thoughtfulness

and by the poem itself.

JDG

Driving home alone,

 I’m accompanied by the sun,

the trees wave hello,

the cows look up and moo.

the horses give a hearty neigh,

and when I arrive home, the breeze

whispers,”The moon’s coming soon”.

JDG

Autumn’s cool vibes 

warm our hearts

after our heated encounter

with Summer.

JDG

Round and round he goes,

but where he will stop

only Knox knows.

JDG

Sun and clouds compete.

Each wants to set the tone for the sky.

Right now the race is tied.

JDG

Early morning mist,

both inside and out – hazy

 start to a new day,

JDG

The pond’s reflections

bring to mind some of  my own

including all the ripples

and distortions. It’s good to

discover I’m not alone.

JDG

Sun lies lazily 

upon a carpet of grass

as cardinals leisurely dine.

JDG

In order to beat

the traffic we left at six,

but apparently

so did everyone else.

Next time we’ll leave at noon.

JDG

Waiting to present

a talk on finding your voice,

I fear I’ve lost mine,

but I remember to breathe…

Then I recover mine.

JDG