Deep in the Woods

Burnt sienna rust

holds hands with mossy

green algae, inter-

locking fingers, like lovers,

to cover once glossy

tin, protecting

disintegrating timbers

that gently engage

ancient secrets to live

in dark corners of the woods.

Faded ghosts

whisper amongst

rustling leaves, raising

families (that are no more)

on rich russet beds of

fallen pine straw, daring

to dream of tomorrows

that have already

written their place

in history.

Horses neigh as

cows low under

a harmonious harvest

moon that rose

hundreds of years

ago to paint roads

that turn to dust

over time.  

Invisible sweat (along with

salty tears of yester-

year) dampens dusty soil,

keeping dreams of departed

life still moving

under the waning

structure of an old

abandoned barn,

deep in the thick

piney woods of

east Texas.