Mountain Farm in Spring

Tipper on Blind Pig and the Acorn reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago. In rural areas we often see this scene in spring. Hope you like it.

Mountain Farm in Spring

Narcissi nod to the impotent chimney

pointing black against the sky,

where flames melted the snow,

left only charred debris and heartache.

Beyond a span of unmowed grass

crawling bees hum in crimson cups

of tulips at the well. Beside brick steps

that lead nowhere, forsythia shouts.

Pear trees dress in lacy white

behind the barren barn.

Near the mailbox, a tilted sign,

Farm for Sale.