Writing About Nature, Spirit, Community..my poem Star Barns

Star Barns

Clear, chill night,
stars spread bright across
black winter sky.

Children grown,
still I am drawn to

drive this country road
as we once did.

Fields are dark,
yet there is light.

Every year
farm families here

celebrate
communally.

Rough, tender
hands took hammer

nails and lath,
shaped wooden stars,

each unique
as was its maker.

Strung with lights,
with reverence,

every year
each shines bright

against
broad, painted sides

of sleeping
far-flung barns.

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