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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Winter Barn

The nesting season is upon us.
People and animals alike, hunkered down against the elements that Mother Nature throws our way throughout the next few months.
A warm barn, always a welcoming  privilege, to those creatures great and small.
 


 
 
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.


~ Charles G. D. Roberts
 
 

11 comments:

Susie said...

Hi Jo, I love the photo and the poem. You seem to always find the perfect poems. I hope you are doing well and enjoying being hunkered down this winter....I do think we have been very lucky, little snow around here. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Geoff Wilkinson said...

Lovely picture, such warm colours and of course lovely words...

Country Gal said...

Lovely photo and poem ! It is brown and green here still no white stuff for us as of yet even though the temps are cold . I love barns . Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !

donna baker said...

Oh spring, I'm ready for your sprung.

DJan said...

I also have day-long contemplations but not as often as I did when I was meditating every day. Love the poem, Jo. And I'm so glad that we are still connected through our blogs. :-)

Betsy Brock said...

Beautiful! ...poem and photo!

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Oh this poem is so beautiful!
love
tweedles

Kathy said...

Your photo and poem are just perfect together. Yes, I'm hunkered down too and waiting for that lovely spring weather.

Henny Penny said...

I LOVE old barns! The picture and the poem are beautiful.

Stella Jones said...

Yes a warm barn is most welcome to passing travellers whether human or animal. Lovely poem too.

L. D. said...

We need to bake a cake and make fresh coffee.