Autumn expectantly arrives across the land

Bringing to the thick woods, a merry band

Threesome of hikers search for the lost cabin

Hiding in the forest, ready to make life happen

 

This time of year is special and waiting for a reason

Journeying together and meeting every fall season

Years have not been kind to this old place

Providing shelter, not much else to taste

 

Cozy and pleasant, with one gigantic room

Building a fire to bring warmth to us soon

No electricity, no indoor plumbing—that’s right

Waiting is a weathered outhouse—out of sight

Kitchen wood stove awaits its initial directions

Starting up its fire, offers dinner’s selections

Water and supplies need to be packed in

Realizing this old cabin, ain’t a Holiday Inn

 

Aroma of burning pine logs, fills the indoor air

Relaxing in this hidden cabin, without any cares

Darkness comes early to this quiet place

Reading by candlelight, at a leisurely pace

 

Early morning arrives with light frost outside

Smelling brewed coffee and pancakes inside

This rustic cabin remains a cherished treasure

Escaping the 21^st Century, for simple pleasures

A few months back, I wrote about family treasures in Little Treasures and the experiences of walking with nature in Hilltop Hiker.  You are invited to read these poems in case you missed them.  Thanks for spending some time with Big Sky Buckeye.