Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Barn from the Bedroom Window – v2

Roll over, snooze hit
Warm covers, cold morn’;
Morning light
Piercing my slumber

Out the window
Down below
My barn sits;
Steam, melting frost
Rising to me

Splayed roof
Rotten beams;
Holding shingles
On rusted nails

Old weathered slats
Elephant skin
Slate Grey, green grey
And darker still;
Wet permeated wood

Ancient windows
Bobbled glass;
Clouded for years,
A cow’s-eye view of the world

Ivy clinging
Up the wall
Burrowed into the wood;
Its tendrils rent
Between the boards
Reaching for
Sunlight over the roofline

The door, a maw
Dirt floor, hard packed
Sweet summer hay;
Now winter food,
Bedding, insulation

Storage for farm equipment,
Old forgotten belongings,
Of dead owners;
And an occasional animal enter,
The real owners now
Of the barn from my bedroom window

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edited December 20, 2015
The Barn from the Bedroom Window – v2

posted February 10, 2004
Written 12/31/03 9:10-9:15,
based on photo attached to email 12/30/03
from Julie Howard of barn at the Kimball Estate.
The Barn from the Bedroom Window

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