It took a lifetime
to get here – to this little
brown house I call home.
Nestled among rolling hills,
tucked beneath tall pines,
sitting at water’s edge, it
rests. I know with all
my being I don’t own this
small house and land. They own me.
JDG
(With gratitude to all who helped make this dream a reality)
That sun and moon, they’ve
seen it all and still they shine,
shedding light on all
of us, hoping we might see
the light and become light too.
JDG
Full November moon,
reflecting on pond and land,
finds it to be good.
How do we give thanks?
Are words enough or should we
reach for something more?
JDG
The sky opens with
sunny quips; the land responds
with frosty twinkles
Never mind what they say – it seldom is
only “only”.
There’s often
so much
more.
JDG
So … to speak or not
remains a haunting question
for parents of teens
and it’s no consolation
to know whichever
you choose will surely be wrong,
at least in their teenage minds.
JDG
As winter draws near, I’ll take my cue from
these Autumn trees
and let what’s
finished
go.
JDG
Yes, Virginia,
there is a Santa Claus,
but this year
we’re not so sure
Winter will get here in time
to greet him.
JDG
It was a short walk
that took an eternity –
past guardians of
the status-quo and into
the open arms of freedom.
JDG
