cold hearted
barbed wire
fencing in winter
Ghosts
fog turns
the oaks to ghosts
but dimmed memories of shade
Revealed
shadow and ice reveal
the fence’s wobbly fears
Roam
memories fastened to the fence post
new dreams roam the field
Reverence
beneath crowns of white
hydrangeas bow their heads
in reverence to winter
Final Touch
snow
swags
the swag
Twilight
the sun sets
on monoliths
eternal rest is fenced
Congregation
A flock of blossoms
perch on the garden fence.
Wardrobe Change
When the grass greens
it’s nearing the time to take off
your winter coat.
Sanctuary
The ginkgo’s fence
corrals deer out
reserving space for growth.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
Perseverance
Although it has been ages
since the corral gate has kept anything in or out
it still refuses to let go.
Change
Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.
Country Nine Patch
The land is quilted with care
by leathered hands guiding the blades of the big red tractor.
An old wood fence ties this patch to the next.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
In Town
When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.