The Dream Was Of A Cabin

by Richard Davis

The dream was of a cabin
hidden somewhere high
in the mountains near
a clear rocky stream
whose music was sweetest
after the spring snow had melted
and filled it with melody.

Dawn brought the song
of a bluebird from a distant
meadow red with blooming paintbrush,
as I woke to stoke the stove with pine
to warm the room and scent the cabin air.

I left early for the trail that
led up the mountain, where
I watched the sun rise
to baptize the world
with holy light once more.


Posted on 03/15/2009
Copyright © 2022 Richard Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/15/09 at 11:58 AM

It sings the glory of something understood deep underneath the lines, you show your respect well in this poem.

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