A big red barn....

If life allowed, I would buy a farmhouse with a big red barn

and on a summer’s evening, I would sit on my porch with

a glass of iced tea and watch the sun set behind it’s rustic structure

as daylight surrendered to darkness. It would center me

……and I would be happy

If life allowed, I would buy a farmhouse with a big red barn
and in autumn, I would sit on my porch with a cup of tea

And watch the trees behind my red barn get swallowed in the hues

of October, and as my aging friend would blend with the amber and russet leaves,

Fall’s tapestry would wash over my soul

……and I would be happy

If life allowed, I would buy a farmhouse with a big red barn

and spend the hours of a winter afternoon sitting on my porch with

a mug of hot chocolate and marvel at how the red explodes off

 the white and crystal branches of the bare trees.

I’d get lost in the design of the stark branches against a grey sky

….and I would be happy

If life allowed, I would buy a farmhouse with a big red barn

And on a warm spring day, I would sit on my porch and smell the apple blossoms

that lined its’ driveway, and then stroll through wisteria cradled arbors

….and I would be happy

If life allowed….