Author Kenneth Rexroth Sunset Blue peaks vanish in dusk.Under the Winter starsMy lonely cabin is covered with snow.I can hear the dogs barkingAt the rustic gateThrough snow and windSomeone is coming home Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments