When blossoms sprout on shrub and treeWhen robins hop across the greenWhen iris sprouts up in betweenIt's spring, it's spring, it's spring!

One morning after a rainYou wake and find forsythia glowingLike streamers of sunshineOn red/gray branchesLike fireworksExplodingIn all directionsGlowing bright for a few daysThen going green.

Old barn,Ghost of your former self,Skeleton open to windsThat sweep the prairieOnce someone trusted your sturdy wallsSought shelter from rain and stormKept tools, hay, animals inside Your generous belly.Old barn,Piece of prairie story,Bones and sinew of yesteryearWhen, why did they go away Leave you to the weatherLeave you to rot and rustWinter and summer totteringTo the waiting... Continue Reading →