Its blistered paint reminded me that it needs some tender loving care.
Mild temperatures called out and lured me to stroll around this old farm.
I noticed the sights and sounds today that I have so long neglected.
Horizon to horizon stretched a canopy of varied shades of gray.
Naked tree branches no longer break the howling winds that swirl through.
Stately trees and windmill tower creak in the wake of its gusty train.
Green still blankets the earth ’til winter’s snowflakes come.
I ambled down the hill to the calf shed to greet the new calf herd.
With tummies full, they declined to visit.
Golden black cat eyes peered at me with distrust.
But our gentle cat, Baby, jumped up on the gate. She drew close and purred.
In the garden, stood amber asparagus ornamented with orange beads.
A dozen stubborn apples clung tightly to the bare apple trees.
One plant remains in the garden, a cauliflower tucked in curled leaves.
It is firm, white and still growing inspite of the frost and chill.
Song birds have fled for their winter homes.
Hardy sparrows break the silence with their chatter.
Over the brisk blowing breezes, rumbles “our work horse,” the tractor.
Fall work remains in abundance for the faithful farmer to do.
By the porch stands one last chrysanthemum.
Though injured by frost, it continues to show
Bright white blossoms I have waited for all year.
Today’s stroll ends as I open the door
To the cozy farmhouse which has housed so many.
It’s warmth caresses; baking bread invites
And welcomes me home once more.