After the sun fled west, the pond lay still,
waiting to be
kissed by the
rising
moon.
JDG
After the sun fled west, the pond lay still,
waiting to be
kissed by the
rising
moon.
JDG
Today I became
inadvertently cool
when my blue jeans
sprouted a tear at the knee,
but my granddaughters
were not impressed
even when I said
I’d pair it with
my favorite “T”
of the Grateful Dead.
JDG
My first order of
business this Thanksgiving is
to have no business
other than deep gratitude
for my granddaughters who cook.
JDG
Struggling with words,
trying to fashion them into
a senryu. They refuse.
JDG
Sometimes we search for
an answer to a question
not yet clearly formed
and then fret and fume because
we get a garbled reply.
JDG
Just as too much light
on rain-soaked roads can make it
hard to see, too much
thought can divert heart’s mission
as we walk grief’s sodden path.
JDG
Just last week they were
decked out in golden garb,
but now their bare limbs
shiver as fall fades into
the cold and dark of winter.
JDG
Cloud of frothed milk atop morning coffee –
simple pleasure –
I’m off to
a good
start.
JDG
Circumstances forced
her to take an unchosen
path where she found what
she wasn’t looking for and
discovered it was herself.
JDG
Autumn’s complexion,
even though ruddy and rough,
has a golden glow.
JDG