My Old Cabin (Haibun) Poem by C.D. Sinex
My Old Cabin (Haibun)
Carved into the Vermont wilderness, my cabin's become a deer hunter's camp, used only a few weekends a year in fall. The rest of the time it sits sad, dark, and lonely. The vegetable garden, once a source of pride, has been reclaimed by the forest. The asparagus, unharvested, still flowers each summer.
Full of memories-
Walking on the unworn path
that once led me home
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