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