Warming the Cabin

. . . . Warming The Cabin
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. . . . by Dave Langlois
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This little cabin has been cold a while
I blame the deep and drifted snow, the hill,
and later on the swollen stream,
but mostly lack of purpose, lack of will
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The candle from the scarred and dusty table,
a dry match from the tightly lidded jar, throw
light on all the known and friendly places
and shadows where the shadows always are.
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Dry kindling from the kindling box…
Split hardwood from the sheltered porch…
Some birch bark unwound from the tight wound roll…
and then the candle as a torch…
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The warming boards and timbers snap and pop
in answer to the crackling in the stove.
Two palms of coffee steaming in the pot
scent shadows softer – though they do not move.
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Now for the yellow paper on the bench,
the pens and pencils clustered in their jar,
the circling crows exclaiming each to each
from just outside my tight-latched cabin door.

. . 2009

 

 

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