Ode to a Mountain Cabin

To find a mountain cabin.

To go there to listen, walk the trails, revel in its forest.

To sit among old logs, the musk of ashes from long ago

Winter fires in a large stone hearth.

To be…still.

Thunder, rain, rivulets running down the stones

Converging in pools; to know the rhythm

Of Earth again.

To want to give again,

To feel filled-up in heart as well as mind.

Body waits return of soul.

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