Morning Farmhouse

Morning – Farmhouse

This place has contrast:
Not just the greens either.
Fog settles on a backdrop
Causing Kentucky Blue to melt in
Behind the bright trees of Virginia.

Assorted cows meander
Into the Tolkien postcard-picture,
Dotting hills with slow sienna.
Hearing makes its way
Past the primal sense. Shapes evolve.

Singing birds. Hark, spring.
Rain underscores with the
Power of timpani.
The creaking house stirs, cats claw
At what is left of the upholstery.

The coolness of the brick
Shelters wanderers from humidity.
White sheep jump the cattle guard
To graze on the yard: love is
Staccato in the overture of morning.

 

 

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1989. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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