“Nothing gold can stay,” the poet
says, neglecting
to add that change
comes to every
shade, even black, and blue, and grey.
Nature doesn’t
hold to any hue.
In her always
changing motion picture show, she
allows each one
to come and play
its part, then go.
JDG
Driving west as late afternoon
sun slowly spills
its pot of gold
across the sky,
I ponder the extravagance.
Why such a grand
display as dark
comes slowly forth
to claim the day? But why hold back?
Why not fill night’s
waiting arms with
all the gold of day?
JDG
Winter is destined to win out
but Fall hangs on
with promises
to stay the course.
Like many a politician
who has flamed out,
Fall lingers still
in barrenness,
hoping much-desired warmth will
make up for all
that is missing
and did not last.
JDG
On those days when the sun won’t shine,
poems won’t rhyme,
the dryer’s broke,
gone up in smoke,
and the commode has overflowed,
I want to know,
I want to see
what else might be.
“Be in the now,” the wise ones say,
but on those days
Miss Peggy Lee *
speaks more for me.
JDG
* For those of you who are younger than I or who listened to more elevated music, the reference is to Peggy Lee’s hit, “Is That All There Is?”.
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