not sure if its a lawn ornament
a give away
an artistic statement
or just a place for the weary
but it decorates a front yard down the road from my place.
being prepared has different manifestations.
because the recent big snow
didn't swing north.
instead
blanketed the mid-atlantic states with lovely fresh stuff,
we've had little snow
and little ice
but we are prepared.
it was cold this weekend
with one sunshiny day
and the tree with the lights in it.
old pasture fence
propped up to keep young steers in.
disappearing silo,
braided ice along the cliff
with a dusting of new snow.
i didn't sample this ice
though i licked one icicle from that woodshed.
days are lengthening some
at home,
and there were two rainbow feet
around behind my old farm,
the big arc between filled with sunset.
wintertime.
it's hard not to look to the sky.
but i look down,
too.
I love every bit of this ... and so appreciate the time and care that goes into putting it here. What wonderful thought poems you have to revisit again and again ... they would probably be beautiful in print, too!
ReplyDeleteI could become "lost" in each beautiful picture but the silo is especially wonderful.
ReplyDeleteliz, some folks have told me i'm a poet...but i think probably the land is the poet.
ReplyDeletestephanie, that's lovely, and the old silo is just barely holding together.
I just love seeing it all and am so glad you show us your world...I miss the scenes of winter.
ReplyDeletesizanna, thanks, i can't imagine my world without winter
ReplyDeletegreat photos!
ReplyDeletemo, thank you.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful wood pile
ReplyDeletethere's a matching one on the other side of the shed.
ReplyDeletea couch t look at the sky.
ReplyDeleteHi V - so many gorgeous images in the post - love the madness of the ephemeral sofa installation; through to the silo; the stacked wood; the sunset light; and the quiet simplicity of a stalk in the snow. Thanks for sharing it all. Enjoy and go well. B
ReplyDeleteneki, it would be a cold seat...springs probably broken, too
ReplyDeletebarry, that sofa! it's still there, in the thaw.