in the meadow
tide lines
of seeds
Witnessed By Barn Windows
Side By Side
a gathering
of out buildings
constitutes winter community
Blue Barn Door
open wide
like the sky
welcome in the sun
Sunflower Fence
the barn remembers
smiling yellow faces
heads now bent with snow
Wistful Windows
I see a longing
in the barns’ window eyes
unsure if it is theirs or mine
Roadside Attractions
in the blue
puffs and fluff travel by
as sumac colors by the barn
a portrait of autumn New England
Round Bales
the hay harvest
rolling in
like a weather front
Weathered Boards
old barn
heart chamber
of the farm
By The Barn
white foam
of the wildflowers’ wave
splashing on the meadow
July At The Farm
spirits higher
than the clouds
corn is on the rise
Reassurance
like an arm around its shoulder
the tree’s shadow
comforted the barn
Pieces
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
The Loving Landscape
red barn valentine
from the farm
to every passerby
All Is Right
horses snug
in their stables
the barn blanketed with snow
Old Barn First Witness
a clapboard background to
the enduring rite of spring
sunshine as forsythia
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