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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
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| 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.
