Thursday, October 13, 2016

wind in the willows

the willow branches sway
and blow haphazardly
as fierce gusts of wind
blast through the trees

leaves and small limbs
litter the ground
and surrounding area
as the wind continues
to shake and bend the trees

farm animals are
hunkered down safely,
in their barns

the autumn storm
has arrived just like
it was forecasted
leaving debris scattered
across the lawns and
nearby neighborhood

but, inside the old farmhouse
there is a soft glow
from candles burning,
the warmth of the fireplace
and the scent of soup on the stove
which makes coming in from the storm

a safe haven



thisisme said...

Love that.... A safe haven! I could just imagine that I was there, with your descriptive words. It seems that a few of us are coming back to blogging at the moment !

Susan Kane said...

Safe haven--that is how we felt in our old farmhouse. No matter how bad the snowstorm, we were warm.