The setting sun turns the road home

to gold and that’s

the way I hope

going home will

be – a time when memories will

travel evening’s

road, when even

what is lead will

turn to gold, when all that was and

is will be held

 and finally seen

in loving light.

                                               JDG

No dark clouds in sight and a cool

ocean breeze make

this final day

a perfect one.

The younger kids are off at the

aquarium;

the older one

has other fish

(in the form of guys) to fry while

I laze at shore’s

edge, grateful for

this perfect day.

                                            JDG

Today I had lunch with three teens

and their smart phones.

Instead of talk

they exchanged phones,

eagerly showing each other

their favorite

new app. One played

a word game with

an uncle who stayed behind.

Desperate for

connection, I

emailed a friend.

                                                       JDG

Grandchildren’s chatter fills the room

as rice and beans

bubble on the

stove, a warm end

to a hot day cooled by steady

ocean winds. They’re

looking ahead

to an evening

listening to a little beach

music of white

capped waves breaking

on sandy shores.

                                               JDG

I don’t know what the issue was,

but that seagull

let the other

one know in no

uncertain terms that he was through.

He followed up

his loud squawk with

a threatening

wave of wings and pushed him further

down the shore.  Sure

his point was made,

he stomped away.

                                         JDG

Time at the beach with family

is time out from

the daily grind.

It’s when we get

to vacate our usual ways

and swim and sun

and rest and play

for a stretch of

time. I confess after a day

or so, what I 

need most is time

out from time out.

                                                  JDG

I’ve been behaving badly in

my dreams of late,

perhaps trying

to compensate

for a life much too sedate. Then

again, it could

also be a

long distance call

suggesting I take a deeper

look – there might be

something shady

I need to claim.

                                    JDG

Knots of my own making bind me

tight. I fear not

knowing enough,

being enough,

caring enough to slip the “nots”

and set myself

free. I want to

learn the art of

turning obstacles into paths.

I want to die

knowing I gave

“fear knot” the slip.

                                                         JDG

Today only crows seemed to fly,

silhouetted

against the washed

out sky, lining

 fences along a rough-riding road,

filling the air

with their shrill scolds,

when finally

a flash of red chased them away,

giving others

 a chance, at last,

to have their say.

                                                    JDG

My drive to work and home again

must be taken

slow, giving me

time to note the

grazing cows, the sun lit trees,

the cars stopped at

the country store.

Sometimes I glimpse

a beaver, ground hog, fox, or deer

and pause to let

a turtle pass

also moving slow.

                                                 JDG