180 porch light

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Ken Greenman

My back porch light,
a dim, golden shimmer in the dark,
my beacon in the night,
leads me home,
brings me back to the back door
when my dog and I have
tarried to long in the woods,
darkness catching us gazing at some
stone or bone or paw print in the snow.
I know how much I owe
that back porch glow,
for pointing me
towards safe home and warm.
The little bulb guides well
until its pale glow fades,
when sun rises to
illumen all.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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