The oldest cabin in Baring
Sits every May
In the roar of the raging river
Skykomish

Yesterday
We watched sunlight
Rise from the rapids
Rise up the bank of evergreens
While birds flitted near
Flew swift from twilight falling

The chill night
Brought a thousand stars

Morning brought relentless rain
The knotty pine walls
Are comforting
As I sit in the old leather chair
The heater at my feet
Reading a well thumbed
John Grisham paperback
Someone left behind

My coffee is rich and strong