A small cabin in the woods
In mountains nestled among trees,
Lakeside beside still waters
Trout leap and eagles sail the breeze.
Isicles hang dangling down,
Snow flakes softly fall all around.
Smoke puffs fighting nights cold freeze,
Winter's white snow blinkets the ground.
Squirrels chatter gathering nuts,
Blue jays dance lithely to and fro.
Pine scents hang in the cool spring air,
Fresh green saplings sprout up to grow.
Near-by an icy Creek seeks rest,
Autumn leave paint the forest red.
Sunsets turn the sky golden
Leaving some glad summer's dead.

A small cabin in the woods
To enjoy peace, beauty, and the shortness of life.

Nice poem .

nice write ... I saw the cabin... and put myself with nature ... thanks ...