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The Lone Cabin
So much hinges
On a lone cabin
Still as startled breath
Resting, nesting
On a mirrored fjord
Where mountains rise
Cutting sharp beneath
The northern skies
Like soft whispers shifting
In time’s slow turning drift.
Writing: © 2024 Jim McCrory
The Found Poem
Image kindly provided by https://unsplash.com/@steinart
The Lone Cabin
So much hinges
On a lone cabin
Still as startled breath
Resting, nesting
On a mirrored fjord
Where mountains rise
Cutting sharp beneath
The northern skies
Like soft whispers shifting
In time’s slow turning drift.
Writing: © 2024 Jim McCrory