Saturday, January 5, 2013

Fairymount Farm


Autumn Morning
At Fairymount Farm

Awake
to the sound of  water
creak from the attic floor.
Voices croak
with cloud-filled slumber,
curtains slide
to rolling fields.

A sage green barn
amid billowing oak,
the rose cottage
shines in morning dew.
Scarlet windows
like Autumn berries,
the haw, the spindle
in fairy hedgerows.

Virginia creeper
hugs my window,
claret leaves quiver
the crisp September air.
Breakfast bowls
rattle clean from the dishwasher
as morning stirs
on Fairymount farm.


Wednesday, January 2, 2013