The Tilting Cabin

An ekphrastic poem.

The tilting cabin sits snuggled in the woods

A winding path illuminated by glowing wildflowers

Leads straight to the purple-pink front door

The trees lean close, always watching

While fireflies congregate in the branches

Radiant colors dancing in a mesmerizing show

The moon bears witness to their fleeting existence

Ancient wisdom glows with kind benevolence

A radiant and constant presence

Warm windows invite the weary traveler

Magic awaits the unsuspecting visitors

Nobody leaves untouched

(Image artist Tammy L Gross)