Blue Cabin at Frontier Log Cabins.
Silence, except a
crackling fire. Notebook in hand,
thoughts leaking to page.
(c) Marie Elena Good 2019
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Photo by Keith R. Good
Pigeons in Ash Cave
Sound more like humans trying
To sound pigeon-like. 😉
(c) Marie Elena Good 2019
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Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.”
© Marie Elena Good 2019
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Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor). Photo by Keith R. Good
Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.
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Lucky, lucky me.
Log cabin nestled in pines.
My name on his lips.
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Photo by Marie Elena Good
I prefer my sun
Filtered through dense forest pines;
The air I breathe, chilled.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
Photo by Keith R. Good
I prefer water
Falling, or babbling in brooks,
To crashing on shore.
© Marie Elena Good
How many years have you and I come here
To seek a respite from demands of time?
We listen long as birdsongs echo clear,
From porch swing’s nest, to hills we dare to climb.
We had to leave behind our getaway,
As pressures of life’s urgencies took charge.
This season rendered cabin dreams “someday,”
But pressing needs no longer loom so large.
We’re homebodies (both you and I), and this,
Our quiet cabin nestled in the pines,
Feels so like coming home, it’s simply bliss –
This space where life and harmony align.
I’ve seen these hills with no one else but you.
There’s none with whom I’d rather share this view.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018