Beauty Farming Life

I wrote this recently while sitting on the front porch of the farm.  I'm no Whitman or Frost by any means, but I'm hoping that over time, the farm will inspire me, maybe even be my "muse" for honing my writing skills... Seasons Change © 2015 "Flowers grasp the sunlight as their color starts to fade, an end of season chance to hold off the coming shade... Petals start to wither and leaves begin to fall, w hile temps drop ever lower as Winter co mes to c all... Warmth of Summer heat and cool of Autumn weather, fade away to memory, drifting like a feather... As our dreams and plans awaken and slowly start to sing, we once again look forward to the long awaited Spring..."                                                                                 ...

Butterfly Freedom  © 2016 "Butterflies are free... Free to be beautiful, as they  fly on wings of stained glass art... shapes, colors and patterns that deny their caterpillar start. Free to be lighter than air, as t hey fly to nature's every blooming flower...s eeking only the sustenance to exist for yet  another hour . Free to just be, as t hey fly  silently , fluttering and ever so gentle...m oving through the sunlight like something transcendental.  Yes indeed, butterflies are free."                                                     - 1st Man