I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Wistful Windows
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Theirs, I think as I see it too. As though the growth of vegetation intervening has caused a lack of activity and the barn feels forgotten.
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Both, I think. The barns and I are connected in this strange longing!
oh. Me too Susan.
Catherine dear, your reflections and emotive thoughts
have my fullest attention – their depth and sophistication.
Your very words touch me beyond words.
I would be SO honored to hear more.
Please, if you are willing, freely
continue sharing with us.
❤️
The tired soul of the barn in its eyes
thank you for thinking of the barn’s soul. ❤️