Snug Hollow Retreat
Enveloped in green hills, soft
and lush, cedar plank walls
and hanging quilts–multi-colored
in their complicated simplicity,
more quiet than I’m used to,
I’m battened here in a fabric of silence,
my ears alert for whatever’s
out there. But I hear only
the faint click of an overhead
fan. Great stretches of unoccupied
time. My soul can breathe here,
nothing to do but be.
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I want that place.
As an aside, I knew a “snug harbor” but it was a very naughty dive bar in upstate New York. I’d rather go to your place now.
I love Snug Hollow and this line “I’m battened here in a fabric of silence” YES
thanks Liz, I liked that myself..seemed just the right word
Pat, Love the images of the quilts, the vivid descriptions of the poet and the “ears alert for whatever’s out there”. Fabulous
time. My soul can breathe here,
nothing to do but be.
One of my fav places to be: nothing to do but be!