The Red Barn*

 

The day began with floating flowery snow
The large fluffy flakes we like to know
And so it continued throughout the morning
Nature it seemed kept on snoozing
Snuggled under a cozy blanket of snow

The air so still as if not there at all
Hanging in a misty climate of awe
Above the land as flat as a carpet laid down
Against a canvass of ghosted trees in the background
Such a stunning scene does surely enthrall

How delightful viewing a barn all in red
with no tin roof but a snowy one instead
Its red sideboards pointing decidedly skywards
The roof of its milking shed slanting downwards
To the fence stretching across the snowy bed
All the quiet suddenly ruffled by a black horse
Its hooves capped with snow, cantering swiftly across
The open field making tracks in the virgin snow cover
As if drawn by the open door at the barn’s far corner,
Its tail trailing high, propelled by some inner force

The click of the camera captures this harmonic scene
The photomaker bided his time with all he had seen
Yet without a notion of what to expect
Sensing that nature demands his total respect
Awestruck are we admiring this rural photo scene

 

*Inspired from an untitled photo by Jim Zuckerman