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

The Work Of Faith

grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day

The Farm

in the cradle
of the mountains
we grow

Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn

during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter

At The Homestead

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

Standing Seam

on the south side
winter zig zags
towards spring