a small fresh snow
everything clean and coated
the landscape whitewashed
The Loving Landscape
red barn valentine
from the farm
to every passerby
Quiescent
winter afternoon
stillness shrouds the farm
the dormant season settles on
Swishing At Flies
nose deep
in sweet grass
the tail comforts
while duty waits
How Else Can We Dream?
this barn with a picture window
it seems even tractors need
a room with a view
We Grow, Grow, Grow
contrary to their neat rows
the seedlings desire
of life is feral
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
New To The World
oh to be
inquisitive
young and clean
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
The Long Fence
white posts and rails
stretch farther than memory
fastening the farm in place
Melt
only the sun knows
when the roofline
will give way
The Orchard In Winter
revealing the sense
of being solitary
inside togetherness
Stillness Settles On
in February
only snow
ascends the hay ladder
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Agricultural Adornment
pigeons
on the silo
like jewels on the crown
Descendants
a heritage of buildings
barns grow
with the generations
At The Center
the heart
of the farm
the red barn
Rest
the design
of dormancy
is renewal of energy
In December
the landscape slumbers
glittering leaves
the froth of dreams
Hot In Cold
chili peppers
in the snow
intensifying their heat
Let There Be No Waste Silage Awaits
each season
requests
particulars of labor
Softly
the gentle landscape
rising and falling
showing us how
On The Farm
in August
the sky is in a hurry
while the corn takes it’s sweet time