a clapboard background to
the enduring rite of spring
sunshine as forsythia
Old Barn First Witness
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field
Rock Wall: An Origin Of Necessity
the fields cleared for planting
the crops rocky impediment
are now their border and protection
The Dairy’s Driveway
in the winter
like the cows
mostly black and white
Stillness Settles On
in February
only snow
ascends the hay ladder
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Through The Window
the view
enhances my outlook
on all the comforts of inside
Sharp Edges
in the hour
before dusk
light becomes a paintbrush
Agricultural Adornment
pigeons
on the silo
like jewels on the crown
Homage To Christina’s World
portrait of the dog
as unwitting
model
Across The River
on the quiet side of the house
the only voices
are the meadow birds
At The Center
the heart
of the farm
the red barn
The Orchard’s Brush Pile
pruning
in pursuit
of fruit
Softly
the gentle landscape
rising and falling
showing us how
Summer Is
a red lipped maiden
leaving kisses
on the sundial
On The Farm
in August
the sky is in a hurry
while the corn takes it’s sweet time
Down The Road
the blessed old barn
storing our histories
of summer
They Remember Youth
the old rose
and the old barn
share an elegance of aging
And Flowers In The Sky
like drops of sunshine
the yellow roses
shine on garden
In Absence Presence
away and yet
with everything
a link in divinity’s chain
A Reunion Of Experience
the old barn
amongst new leaves
each teaching the other
Flower Farm
bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest
Greeting Everything Where It Is
she opened
her beauty
in every direction
They Stand In Solidarity
the tree trunk curtseys
to the power and durability
of rock and stone
Three Birch By The Barn Door
these friends
experience, strength and hope
my life’s companions
Like A Tattered Flag
the barn endured
dutifully
despite the wear
Hearing The Unsaid
the silence
of cold and snow
told us what we needed to know
The Work Of Faith
grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day
The Farm
in the cradle
of the mountains
we grow
Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn
during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter