The Farm

in the cradle
of the mountains
we grow

The Haven Of Barns

come winter
they will encompass
my world

Susan Stayed Late

her smiling eyes
outside the window
still

Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn

during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter

Provisions

as autumn’s color departs
we store its memory
for winter sustenance

Seen From Above

heaven’s clouds recognize
the tiny speck
as the church’s steeple

At The Homestead

the farm stand
the house and the barn
a trinity of roofs