There is a small one bedroom cabin built near the hill.
Gloria had it erected for her books and self to unwind.

A cozy space, well lit, comfortable for writer’s mind.
Nearby there is a Cranefly that grows in shade, it will

bloom soon below some Tulip Poplars in late spring.
The cabin is the best place for visitors and simple rest.

(The house being not quite the fit for writerly tasking.)
A sculpture, smoke ripened old grain and glass, I digress.

Orchid, that has a thick waxy pair of leaves that desire
nothing, resists all nurturing, is succulent thick and wide.

Then as if the universe ordained, one spike of flowers.
A long slender stalk of miniature cinnamon colored flyers.

Alone yet not lonely, like her, the only of its kind. Here still
alive for now with nowhere to go and yet, like her, soaring.

  
 

 
 

*Tipularia discolor, the crippled cranefly or crane-fly orchid,
is a member of the family Orchidaceae.
It is the only species of the genus Tipularia found in North America.