Friday, October 27, 2006

Goin' To The Hills

Please pardon me for a few days
While I sneak off to my cabin
Iin Tennessee for some time in the woods.
It is going to be glorious.
It is a bit rainy down there,
But the leaves are grand
In their fall coats and the rainy days
Will allow me to sit and write.

I don't have tv or a regular phone there, only cell and I have to go to the top of the hill to use it!  All I can say is...wahoo!!!

Sunday, October 22, 2006


It is a cold
And dreary day.
The mist has not
Left the pond
And still tarries
On the creek.
It gathers,
Forms into drops
That quietly fall
Midst the leaves
And acorns laying
Round my cabin.

As I sit on the porch
Looking up at the
Old tin roof,
I think of the quilts
Unused through summer
Waiting like old friends
Just for a
Night like this.

Pick one that pleases.
Snuggle with me
Into a deep
Feather bed
And dare the mist
To creep in
Under the door.
We shall laugh
At the impotence
Of the cold.
Secure and safe
In an old iron bed.