fleshy leaves

ideal for the indoor desert face the snow

winter barn

a faint smell of summer through an open door

white barn in winter

a wind-chapped look where the old red bleeds through

locust leaves

on the flat black roof haloed in dew

a still child

only her eyes keep dancing

south roof icicles

no less grotesque for being spindly

inside the deer fence

the 200-year-old white oak isn’t stirring

jade plant leaves

glow their brightest in the low winter light

bare quarry rock

just half a mile away already looks blue

old corncrib

kernels of sun on the bare steel

grand old flag

old barn

so many places for light to leak in