How loved ones
waffle over
invitations to
our lake cabin;
Well, maybe not
with winter coming-
Surely then
another summer-
Leaving unsung our
winding stonied drive
narrowed by tall trees.
Our brown suede cabin
Sitting perfect atop
our rippling blue lake.
Soft wind in the pines
and conversation.
How every Spring
and every Fall
we entertain
diving Buffleheads.
They dinner
on our lake
and stay overnight,
chattering good byes.
We welcome their
Surely visits through
the windows of
Our brown suede cabin
Sitting perfect atop
our rippling blue lake.
Soft wind in the pines
and conversation.
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