The Old Hay Loft

by

Wesley A. Storer

Manger cribs and ladders
Its platforms and stalls
And big gabled bays
With doors that sway
Pitchforks and aprons
That rustic rustling
Of horses chomping hay
Its' leathered permeance
Of ambient luxeriance
So intriguingly charming
To the first time gaze
Of the very young
Fragrant foliage
From moonglow meadows
Orange dandelions glowing
Sunlit diamonds dancing
Golden foibled facets
A river of rolling gold
Ivory winters melting
Thick green blocks
Of ice cracking thaws
Resplendent springs
Wild rose lanes
Rutted roads
Hay Wagons' clatter
Loaded heavy with
Clover blossomed
Honey bee dreams
Past berry bushes
Buffalo berry rubies
Blackberry jewels
Marmalade opaque currants
Firecracker wrapper new
Nightime bejeweled sky
Shining diamond nights
Crystalline Constellations
Until Blackbird awakens
From his sleepy sweet dream
Exploding into the senses
With his mating call
Just a few of the dreams
I dreamed with the owls
In an old hay loft

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