Strictly Imagination

Olive drab leaks
from surface, inking
through the murky depths,
bleeding gently downward,
caressing the orange-red
clay that blankets the bed
of a long forgotten
pond. Turbulent twisting
vines mingle with rusted
barbed wire that once
upon a distant time
protected perimeters
belonging to ghostly shadows
that still restlessly roam
thickened woods.

Glassy green surface
reflects worn wooden
planks whitened by teardrops
and time. Corroded reddened
nails patiently hold
the determined barn in
a stitched mayhem
to still resemble its
former grace.

Clandestine meeting
of soft breeze and pond’s
surface blur the reflection
from present to past.
Imagesof whisper thin ghosts
refract as they conduct
daily chores around a barn
clothed in fresh white paint
while lively livestock
drinks from clear
blue pond.