Enticement

I visit it often in dreams.
That cabin. Beneath a majestic pine,
moon crowned,
its chimney exhaling the breath
of smoldering logs.
A welcoming breeze an enticement.

Out of the trees,
a man appears. Someone familiar.
Without a key or knock,
the door opens to swallow him.
No lit lamp
answers the questioning moon.

As if absorbed, whoever
goes in, remains. One day I know
I’ll be tempted to follow.
Curiosity smolders like those logs.
I keep vigil until
clouds hush the moon’s spotlight.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: