Vivid Red Barn

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field.
Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes.
Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind.
Beautiful!
Time passes.
Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around.
Bright reds, yellows and orange ornate the trees.
Hayride swinging through.
Artist easel in the field.
A painting just waiting to be alive.
Sun lowers still.
Winter, snow deep, cold white drifting toward the barn, glistening.
Snow Hare tracks everywhere. Black crows in the sky warning out their calls.
Mud season, sun moves higher in the sky banishing the white until next year.
Sun, still on the move.
New baby green in the field reappears.
Cycle continues year after year

 

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rebeka Philips commented:
Colouful. Quiet.

 

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