Next to me on the chair the pillow states,
Refuge
Cabin Sweet Cabin
Says the same as Home Sweet Home
There’s no place like it.
Luckily, we can reach our cabin with an easy three hour drive. With COVID-19 numbers vastly increasing our state (Wisconsin), we are now making the trip without any stops. We pack our food and necessities in the truck and do not stop until we get there. This way we aren’t exposing others to us and are not being exposed to others. We are lucky we can have this change in venue during this difficult time.
Tonight, I sit by a warm fire in a house we made of timbers. Surely, that is inspiring.
Timberframe Cabin
Solid post and beam
Pine pins hold the cabin still
Outside, the wind blows
And, without light pollution the clear night sky draws our gaze to the brightest star and most blurred galaxy as we take the dog for an after dinner walk.
Patch of Light
Night envelops us
except for a flashlight patch
following our walk
It is Poetry Friday. Some simple haiku are what I am offering this week for my writing. I’ve begun to work on some other writing projects that are taking time away from my blog. But, since they are writing projects, I’m still writing daily. My blog has fallen to the evening to be written. Thanks for those who are sticking with my posts during this time! Eventually, I’ll share what other projects I’ve been working on.
The Poetry Friday round up this week is hosted by Robin Hood Black of Life on the Deckle Edge blog. Please visit Robin’s page for great poetry from her and a variety of other poets. Thanks for hosting!
The Apples in My Orchard 
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