Wander

down by the vernal pool
where the big mushrooms
grow

Storm Window

mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain

Keeping Company

the garden shed
and branch bench
share the wait for spring

Three Birch By The Barn Door

these friends
experience, strength and hope
my life’s companions

Like A Tattered Flag

the barn endured
dutifully
despite the wear

Hearing The Unsaid

the silence
of cold and snow
told us what we needed to know

They Dwell Together

length of birch
layers of brick
swirling of snow

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

Sugar Wood

stacked last July
in hopes and preparation
for this year’s syrup making

Strawberries

red, ripe, juicy
summer hauntings
of winter’s slow end

Standing Seam

on the south side
winter zig zags
towards spring

As Earth Sleeps Beneath Her Blanket Of Snow

blue sky
issues an invitation
to awaken

We Don’t Let The Weather Slow Us Down

generations
of tractor seats
adorn the family barn

Classic New England

time
standing still
at the estate’s boundary