Wednesday, June 21, 2017



Downy breasts and fledgling tails bosom
beneath barn's bare bulb and beams gilded gold

as mother settles nearby - swooping flight
and darting wing stilled for the night.

Horses stomp, nose their hay
as mountain air and far flung stars vie for center stage;

light switched off, feet shuffle as I walk well worn path
to nestle my own babes to bed.

by Margaret Bednar, June 21, 2017


Martin Kloess said...

Well woven words. Ignites delights to flight.

Samyuktha Jayaprakash said...

I love how your words have brought the photos to life.

Raining Iguanas said...

You placed me in a barn from my past. Beautifully...