Past your prime, Weary and bedraggled,Barn, you once were the talk Of the countryside.You were the jewel of the farm,The envy of neighbors. Bright and new, efficient,Well-designed and nicely appointedConvenient, warm and lovedYou once housed cows and horsesChickens roosted in your rafters. Piglets were born Behind you in the pigpen.Your loft held sweet summer's hay And a place to play on rainy... Continue Reading →

Winter berries Brighten the brown and gray world;Splashing the drab page with orange paintSinging the color of autumn pumpkins, Summer zinnias, Shouting the orange of spring tulips All winter through.

Apple cider like caramel From a tree; every dropBeautiful and sweetThe juice of windfalls,Over-ripened red and golden beauties,Gathered and pressedSalvaged like hidden treasure.The taste of autumn's sunshineBottled up to be enjoyed Again on cold winter days.