Opening up an evergreen cabin

Smelling polished stump-chairs and sweet stairs

Heavy perfumed quilts and endless sheets and pillow billows

Honeycomb fire and hickory spray in the sleep air

Howling hounds and sighing moon outside.

Five gallons of syrup and pancakes fried in hazelwood bacon grease

Tumbler of hot chocolate in blue white crockery

Steam singing and empty stomach.

Strawberry-apple pie and eggs and sugar oak oatmeal

Thick silverware of real silver and willow plates

God Bless This House carved on the door

Rabbit-soft rugs and hot bathtub steam-chain.

We’ll slide down the pine slopes in winter

We’ll serenade languid fireflies in August

We’ll hang up the baby-pig pumpkins in October

We’ll hide in this sweet fiddle-song of a house eternally.