Settling
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
Well woven words. Ignites delights to flight.
ReplyDeleteI love how your words have brought the photos to life.
ReplyDeleteYou placed me in a barn from my past. Beautifully...
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