Red Barn
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
mellow dusks have laid down decades,
of plowed-up shadows.
Seen against an ebbing horizon,
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
its fading form fills-in the blush
of a half-painted sky.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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