Autumn Shift

A yellow leaf drifts

slowly to the ground

as a mourning dove

flies upward to the trees –

a moving passage.

.                                      JDG

Listener’s Choice

Strangely,

the steady fall

of raindrops

satisfies my  longing

for a lyrical Autumn

and I dance 

to a different beat.

                              JDG

 

 

Whispers

I thought I heard the trees

whispering among themselves:

“What humans really need

is a vaccine

for stupidity.”

                                               JDG

The Hills Of Home

These rolling hills

cradle my heart

no matter the season.

I fall asleep each night

wrapped in gratitude.

I wake each morning

with a hymn of praise,

I go through my day held

by these rolling hills of home.

                                                 JDG

 

 

 

 

Last Rites

As those flowers fold

and fade, the sun offers warmth –

a final goodbye.

                                                         JDG