Winter green fields round full with grace..
Valleys run deep to catch the sun’s lace.
Hills and mountains run yonder cast
a lavender grey mist woes into the vast.
Nearby farmhouse stand upright, straight and red
held generations are warm, well fed and bred.
And as the horses, goats, cows all graze in the fields,
it seems that they know of a treasure there sealed.
Peace lies in the whispers and echos of red Barn;
huddle of chickens and cat nesting in hay yarn.
Here is the core of all life on the farm,
All rest in the eve in a home next to each…
every creature is nested, with Farmer in reach.
© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Maleah Torney