Hidden in forest’s midst
Ancient homestead’s landscape
Under winter blanket
Wakening, day takes shape
One more snowy morning
Old barn wrapped up in white
Barely able to stand
Making for quite a sight
Corral broken, rails split
Livestock forever gone
Snow-painted grass smiles back
Waiting for spring’s new fawn
But wait, life still stirring
Chimney’s smoke drifting high
Rustic cabin’s fireplace
Warming urge to drop by
All welcome, step inside
Plenty of room to share
Coffee’s hot, feel at home
Sitting on kitchen’s chairs
Hilltop looking back down
So many years ago
Memories slowly fade
Covering up in snow
Big Sky Buckeye 
I do really enjoy your poems. The imagery is tangible and real. I’m glad you are continuing to write from your heart and soul.
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Ranier, I appreciate your affirmation of my writing. I’ve felt a nudge to craft a few poems like this one. Blessings.
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My pleasure. I pray you will continue pursuing your craft.
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you Vickie. Sometimes poetry can offer a bit of prose in a way that a short story cannot equal.
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That paints a nice picture.
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Kev, I appreciate your affirmation. While my eye could never create a painting, I enjoy allowing words to paint images for me.
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Beautiful. The last stanza is very poignant.
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Thanks so much for sharing how the final stanza reaches out. I wrestled with a few verses in this poem, but the exercise was well-worth it.
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It absolutely was. And I loved your choice of photos 🙂
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Very inviting and warm words call to me through this poem.
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Kathy, I appreciate your kind words. I must give some credit to Paul. His painting from your recent post, “To sleep perchance to dream,” served as the catalyst for the writing this poem.
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Awww that is so sweet!
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Montana is full of these “once upon a time” places.
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So true Anneli! I’ve driven through many of those places over the years. When I started teaching in 1978, I was living in Plevna (southeastern Montana). Countless wide spots on the road and long-abandoned homestead sites were frequently seen.
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The winters can be harsh out there and the heat in the summer can be brutal too. No wonder there are so many abandoned homesteads.
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