Cobwebs on the grass –

Could there be a housing shortage

in spiderland?

JDG

A wave a smile,

a wink, a nod, a tear –

No longer alone.

You’re here.

JDG

That thin, unmoving snake

reminds me

death is a fellow traveler

on life’s winding road.

JDG

A trip to the dump

on a cool, sunny day…

 I tossed worn out feelings,

out-grown ideas,

and shattered hopes, 

making space 

for something new.

JDG

Trees shiver in warm

reception of Fall’s welcome breeze.

The grasses nod assent as

some birds begin their journey

to a different clime. Others

choose to remain behind and closely

monitor neighborhood feeders.

JDG

What’s needling him

won’t be found in any haystack.

It’s lodged in his angry heart.

JDG

Leaves begin to turn.

Kids are back in school.

You’d think the weather

would take a hint, but

it chooses to move

to its own heated beat.

JDG

Unless your life is

at stake, speedy solutions

will often trip you up.

JDG

Listen to the wind

as it whispers to the tress.

What secrets does it share?

Did that cardinal overhear

and turn the secrets into song?

Listen. ..

Who know what you will hear?

JDG