Special Moments

A secluded cabin
fail-safe into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds

A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy -
a paradise for lovers

A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after a mile
rambling up, then down, this
lofty snow covered rock

A babbling brook and glossy
chestnut stallions trail along an
old gravel road, leading to a
dilapidated barn, now masking
wet hay, squirrels and wild rabbits

Snakes have shed their skins,
like elongated strands of silk
dangling from beams of rotten wood
and imperfect slate shingles -
Leaving their past in the present
for countryside tourists to enjoy

Bluegrass music is heard faintly
in the wilderness background
A rustic, but elegant
way to spend time, enabling
a soul to touch one's inner self

Tomorrow beckons way too soon --
reality returns, this dream weekend
now a fond memory,
as we take our leave of that
little creekside cabin on a
snow covered mountain crest

Thank you very much for sharing this poem with us.

Sounds like the ideal get away.

GinnyK,

Nothing really to critique, your poem is beautiful. One serene image after another.

I really like how you focus on the imperfect qualities of this special place, the very qualities that make it perfect.

I look forward to reading more of your poems.