Autumn’s dash of spice
brightens bland spirits, restores
color to pale cheeks.
JDG
Autumn’s dash of spice
brightens bland spirits, restores
color to pale cheeks.
JDG
Surrounded by gold,
at least for a time, we rest
in fulsome beauty.
JDG
If their focus is
only on winning, they will
have already lost.
JDG
Some trees seem to have
adopted our speedy ways
as they take a sharp
turn on green and pause at red.
Who can know what lies ahead?
JDG
Turning leaves – Autumn’s
reassuring wink before
Winter’s cold shoulder.
JDG
That huge racket in
the woods was a small stream in
a great big hurry.
JDG
When the storms of hate rage all around us,
let us seek out
goodness and
act from
there.
JDG
After first frost, a suggestion of gold –
Autumn whispers
we are in
for a
change.
JDG
A tiny cricket
came calling today, perhaps
to complain about
the changing weather, maybe
to ask us to do better.
JDG
Though we can never know the whole story,
it still matters
that we give
it a
try.
JDG