A Virginia Barn in the Shenandoah Valley
There is a big white barn I can see from home
but can never get quite the right angle
or the trees are in leaf
and the barn disappears
lost and entwined in a tangle.
Then winter clears the brush and trees,
continuing each season’s story,
and there it is, the big white barn,
revealed in a world of faded glory.
Virginia Views 