More Thoughts on a Cabin – with Thanks to Robert Bly by Peter A. Witt

 

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More Thoughts on a Cabin – with Thanks to Robert Bly

 

I spent last weekend hunkered down

in a trapper's cabin cocooned in snow,

 

bright sun and winter cold accompanied

my snowshoed walk from where I left my car,

some three miles away.

 

Cabin has bunk beds, a table

with two well-worn chairs, and

a pot-belly stove that demands fealty

throughout the night if one wants to strip

away heavy winter garments and still keep warm.

 

Brought along my poetry journal, pencils,

and a smattering of rations,

hoping that the crisp air, pastoral views,

and a resident squirrel, who expects his share

of whatever it was I'd brought to eat,

would prompt my inspiration.

 

Last winter I completed a bevy of poems,

hoping this year will be the same,

though I may be too distracted by views

of snow clinging to the naked tree branches

and antics of the ever demanding squirrel

to get much writing done.

 

But first it's time to get the fire going,

think about warming some soup, and perhaps

heed the lulling whisper of the bunk bed

enticing me for an afternoon nap.

© Peter A. Witt

Peter A. Witt 

Peter A. Witt is a Texas poet and a recovering academic, who lost his adjectives in the doldrums of academic writing. Poetry has helped him recover his ability to see and describe the inner and outer world he inhabits. His work has been twice nominated for Best of the Net. He also writes family history, and is an avid birder and wildlife photographer.

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