The Cabin
Dreaming a strange dream
The Cabin lay silent and still
Last winter when I found it
Dreaming amidst the wildflowers
Of the past and two men gone
Leaving all behind
Leaving a wondering
Close on the mountain
Lies the mist, and the Cabin
As we stumble towards it
Lies lonely and cold in the snow
The strange stories whispered
I remember, and the past
Strange things seen and heard
Brightly burns the fire
Cheering the Cabin and us
Huddled around the warmth
Craving light as darkness grows
Is it only the wind
Howls so strangely
Coming too close?
Poem Written in: Stewart, British Columbia | November 1979