It’s always the same, 

the feeling I get on that

final turn toward home –

no matter if the sweet scent

 of honeysuckle

or the smell of burning logs

fills the air. The moon

may be a sliver, the day

overcast or lit

with sun,  I may have been gone

a moment or not

been home for weeks, but always

I feel lucky and give thanks.

                                                                                                                           JDG