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.
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