Early morning mist
wanders among Autumn trees,
whispers of golden
moments yet to come before
the long, cold claim of winter.
JDG
Early morning mist
wanders among Autumn trees,
whispers of golden
moments yet to come before
the long, cold claim of winter.
JDG
Aging calico
cat dreams, body rising with
each breath. I dream too.
JDG
Even the birds seem
confused. It’s mid-October
and eighty degrees.
JDG
His love of all words
sesquipedalian makes
me shake my head,
but, alas, he seldom meets
a big word he doesn’t like.
JDG
As Sunday slowly
slipped away, the sun set off
a stunning display.
JDG
There’s a well of wisdom deep within. May
we draw from this
reservoir
as we
need
and
ignore
the surface
clammering for
easy solutions and thought- free fixes.
JDG
Over roads and fields
sun spills gold. Why hurry past
this rich offering?
JDG
Time it takes to wheel
trash can to curb: two minutes.
Time it takes teenage
girl with cell phone to wheel trash
can to curb: an eternity.
JDG
Sometimes it takes surgery to remove
the busyness
from our lives
so we
can
rest,
regroup,
recover,
and restore much
needed balance to our wavering walk.
JDG
When I told them to
turn off all the lights, she who
shall not be named sighed
and said, “I’m sorry, Gaba,
but I can’t turn off the moon.”
JDG