Once the fog cleared, the sun was there
to gladden my
rain-weary heart.
Often so quick
to caw complaints, the crows grow still,
dark wings shining
in the morning
sun. First one leaf,
then another drifts slowly to
the ground, reminding
me of nature’s
easy way with change.
JDG
Those once green fields are now stained rust
and the song of
robins is met
with the wild
honk of geese. Scattered hay bales rest
upon shorn hills.
With the slow turn
of seasons, I
start shifting too, sorting what to
carry with me
into Winter’s
gathering arms.
JDG
A simple shift of seating brings
into view a
different scene, one
both broad and deep.
The leaves of distant trees shiver
in the wind, but
the needles of
the nearest pines
stay almost still. Inside a fire
burns, casting warmth,
and leaping light –
allowing peace.
JDG
After another day of mist
and rain, my heart
longs for a bit
of warmth and light,
for the first gently dancing flames
of Fall to rise
from hearth and tree
and soothe me with
their golden light, chasing away
all thoughts of gray,
reminding me
of better days.
JDG
After several days of rain,
of dreariness,
and relentless
mist, the evening
sky shows promise of another
kind of day. Such
promises keep
darkened clouds from
settling in and tamping down
all hope for sun’s
warm gift of a
bright tomorrow.
JDG
A friend
found me held fast
in inertia’s firm grip.
With laughter and persistence, she
freed me.
~
~
What a
treasure laughter
is. It unlocks even
the most stubborn of hearts and sets
life free.
JDG
No need to travel to far off
lands looking for
exotic stuff.
What’s right around
here is exotic enough. Once
I saw two dogs
licking a rabbit.
We started to
intervene, but they soon parted.
Who knows when they
first became friends
or how it started.
JDG (using the minute form)
Those two large dogs stood
licking a full-grown rabbit.
When did this strange friendship start?
~
Who broke the ancient
rules of the animal world
first – the dogs or the rabbit?
JDG (using the sedoka form)
With the wind picking up and rain
starting to fall,
where will that small
spider go? He
chose to spin his web between two
branches quite close
to the limb’s edge.
This spot may have
seemed perfect for snagging prey, but
now he himself
has become prey
to autumn storms.
JDG
At day’s end I drove right into
a sky lit with
fire, igniting
my senses too.
It wasn’t long before the day’s
cares were consumed
and my burnt-out
phoenix heart rose
again, renewed and ready to
soar once more, fueled
with the beauty
of fading sun.
JDG
It’s not only the destination
that makes me content
as I head home.
It’s the very
road itself. Some days the way is
bright with setting
sun. On others
the way is dark,
lit only by the rising moon.
It’s never the same
road twice, but it
always takes me home.
JDG
