What do you see within the trees shadows hiding shadows biding standing upon the wood of the cabin floor in the night. What did you think standing there silent cold wind blowing cold wind knowing of your essence pressed into the grooves into the seams of the cabin floor. What did you feel catching your breath gray clouds haunting gray clouds taunting leaning your waist into life’s ebb and flow as the sway to and fro had a groan all their own. So there you were beauty scant shaking beauty sure taking from where before there was pain but such was the stain stained into that cabin floor. (click on my pic to buy my poetry book!)