Tonight's Poet Corner: Log Cabin in the North
Log Cabin in the North
by Belinda Roddie
These footsteps outside
my door belong to no friends
of mine. No loved ones stomp
the snow from their boots when
the blizzard is shaggy white.
I light a candle to see my own shadow
fleeing from the window. It wants
to see me once in a while, but it's
too shy to stay in winter.
by Belinda Roddie
These footsteps outside
my door belong to no friends
of mine. No loved ones stomp
the snow from their boots when
the blizzard is shaggy white.
I light a candle to see my own shadow
fleeing from the window. It wants
to see me once in a while, but it's
too shy to stay in winter.
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