Where the mountain and field breezes gather,
Whispering and singing in clusters closely by my ear,
I stumble upon a quiet, weathered cabin
And watch a kitten savoring a sweet afternoon nap.
Like a singing goddess of the grass,
To the sweet, gentle rhythm of the wind,
I, too, try to summon sleep for a moment, just like you.
But before I know it, curiosity sparks within me,
And I peek through the narrow cracks to steal a glance at the cat.
Oh? You had already read my mind, staring right back at me.
Not backing down, I try once more.
As if borrowing the secret of a kitten's pink paw-pad dreams,
Like a predator stealthily closing in on its prey,
Carefully, just like you, I peer through the right side to catch you off guard.
Oh? You were already locked onto me, watching me yet again.
“GG (Good Game, I lose).”
Like a cat popping its head through a tiny cardboard box hole,
Flashing a playful, teasing smile,
I, too, declare my defeat,
Proudly sticking my face out with a bright, surrendered grin.
Then, the cat stretches leisurely, letting out a long, slow yawn,
And tosses a casual remark right at me:
“Dull animal!”
For me to be
in a log cabin with you
on a cold winter night,
counting the stars,
touching the moonlight,
as feelings of passion ignite
a fire in our hearts,
and when we kiss,
we reach a higher level
of bliss,
and I'll be the first to admit,
there is no where in the world
I'd rather be,
then right here with you,
you see,
for me to be
in a log cabin with you
on a cold winter night,
sipping glasses of wine,
as we hold each other tight,
and I whisper soft phrases,
intimate praises
in your ear,
as I emotionally disappear
into you,
and we become 'one',
there is no where in the world
I'd rather be,
then right here with you,
you see,
for me to be
in a log cabin with you
on a cold winter night,
making love endlessly,
all through the night,
creating our own paradise,
from sunset to sunrise,
this is what life's all about,
there is no where in the world
I'd rather be,
then right here with you,
in a log cabin
on a cold winter night.
Deep in the pine woods,
Small glass panes reflect
Warmth of a stone hearth.
Dust motes rise slow;
Cabin smells of sap.
Winter's world outside.
THE CABIN IN THE WOODS
Deep in the woods on a hot summer’s day,
where light dances through the trees,
slicing the air, a sublime ballet
of light inspired by a breeze.
Sultry, thick, musty, pine-scented air,
sweet ambrosia to my senses.
The trees are my tribe, consistent and safe,
unconstrained by family fences.
This grand oasis within itself
compels Eden’s garden to cry.
On the clearing’s edge, nestled in the brush,
a cabin with a creek nearby.
A makeshift shack, my labor’s reward,
my psyche’s favorite place to be.
When welcome is not where it should be found,
I’ve my paradise made for me.
*Inspired by a painting I did.
The cabin sits on the edge of pond ground
Golden hues in the sky reflect all around
Where the pines and birch surround
Calm water, stillness and peace are found
Heidi Sands
2/28/26
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chawbacon cabin
keen rustic and ramble shack
alone in the woods
alive at one time
home to large spider webs now
and some ugly rats
alone and quite sad
discarded and disheveled
feeling kind of lost
Shadows depressed along silent walls;
Loneliness aches where sunlight fails.
A Romantic, Passionate or Sad Crystalline Poem Poetry Contest
2/1/2026
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I’ll wait for you in the cabin
Off route 88
Waiting for you to remember me
And waiting for you to come back to me
We used to live here together
do you remember
You used to make me breakfast in bed so I’d eat
And watch the princess bride on repeat
You never used to mind the cold weather
I brought
But maybe I was just you’re blind spot
And the cabin was our Camelot
In my mind- I recall a place beautiful in winter,
a log cabin nestled deep in the isolated woods.
Father, took us to this wonderland at Christmas,
decorated inside and outside with lights and a tree.
A snowy retreat that only exists now in my memories,
yet, I only need close my eyes and I am there again.
American naturalist, essayist, philosopher, poet, teacher and transcendentalist.
He pursued spiritual growth through denial of worldly pleasures and simple living.
He left society to live apart in a small cabin as one of the first hippies to exist.
TIMELESS REFUGE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weathered trees rise out of the earth, brushing against the sky. The wind sends a shudder of movement through the branches causing the majestic trees to creak and groan as they sway. In the distance is a cabin, timeworn and dilapidated.
in the heart of woods
ancient cabin stands alone
whispers of time flow
its walls, worn by years
stories etched in every board
testament to life
roof, a patchwork quilt
of shingles weathered and worn
memories await
the windows, like eyes,
gazing out upon the world
silent witnesses
the fireplace crackles
warmth spreads through the chilly air
comfort, solitude
outside, the forest
whispers secrets to the wind
tales of days past
the time-worn cabin
endures, is steadfast and true
a timeless refuge
(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)
The Heat of the Moment
Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.
Stuff strewn around
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs
On an old Persian rug in-between.
Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in this moment nothing is missing
Except maybe a fan.
No water we haven’t brought,
Nor power not in some kind of rechargeable battery,
Yet we find a strong signal FM station
Playing one classic rock song after another.
And it takes me back to another time
Living as a 70’s teen in the suburbs when FM was king,
Then in the 80’s as a young man off grid in the hills
When a stack of cassettes was all we had or wanted.
Those youthful times, family and friends are long gone
And yet here I am in old age,
Living the good life again with new family and friends
Still rocking on, out of time, out mind.
(8/10/25)
.
Bam
into
the tender
(i meant timber)
he plow'd hiz wedge
Bam
Through a hole I see
Moon and sea beauty collide
Inspiring my heart.
Chilled right by my side
I can now hear the waves sound
Hurling its spree.
Mountain at my left
Standing like pyramid
Bringing rays of hope.
Full moon is hiding
Behind cumulus thick cloud
Beauty shy my eyes.
Open curtains
Pink sunrise
Yellow blanket
Clear blue eyes
Silken pillow
Rest your head
Lots of windows
Great big bed
Boho kitchen
Shoo fly pie
French-press coffee
You and I
You and I
Fireplace
Making music
Face to face
Weather forecast
Big snowstorm
Hold each other
Cozy warm
Us together
Without end
Loving sweetheart
My best friend
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