Down the faded path,

as the cool air blows.

Farther and farther,

I trot from home.

Delight is in my pony's winnie,

with its black sparkling eyes.

         Then a wooden cabin appears.

With a brown and white hound that howls.

The trot is now a canter,

as I grow closer and closer,

to the cabin. 

 
       Now I awake with pale, 

 yellow light framing my face

every morning. 

The dream I once had,

is now reality. 

 

One snowy Christmas eve, my family and I were walking in the woods just behind our log cabin. We had just finished supper and were getting our energy out just before bed. The snow-covered up our footprints like a blanket.

It was getting late, so we started back. Going back was slower because we were tired. As we got closer, the tiny lights along the edge of the cabin framed our faces in pale yellow light. I am tired out by the time we get inside the house. As soon as the lights were out, I had already drifted off to sleep.
Wednesday, December 25, 2018
I ran down the stairs in the morning through the Christmas morning light shouting, “It’s Christmas, It’s Christmas!” There is a big pile of presents underneath the tree. I started to sort them into piles, one for Mom, one for Dad, and one for me.

Then Mom and Dad came downstairs to open up presents.

The snow falls slowly blanketing the earth
And the cracking of branches is what I heard
As we walked barefoot outside hand in hand.

The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin
Frame our faces in pale yellow, I imagine. 
And I close my eyes breathing in winter air. 

The birds glide in the air, in flight
The crickets sing their song in the night
As we skip together back inside the cozy cabin. 

 

The sun set into the ground
and left behind a trail of colors.
Crimson red and soft orange
Clashed with the pastel pink.

But we sat together
On the old wooden chairs
creaking as they rocked back and forth. 
The tiny lights
along the edge of the cabin
framed our faces in pale yellow light.

We stood up
and I leaned toward you for support. 
Walking barefoot,
the rocks dug into my skin
and the wind
stung pleasantly on my face. 

We stopped at the tree
and I reached out a hand,
my fingers brushing the rough brown bark
and then everything started to dissolve. 
The world breaking apart. 

I opened my eyes with a start,
blinding white lights hung from the ceiling
a heart monitor beeping,
and white curtains to my left. 

I spread my fingers open,
feeling soft white and blue sheets underneath them. 
Then I looked up