Dark Glass

It is spring now, nearly summer,
and yet, you see snow
when you look over the fields, you see
barren ground, and
the cold still cuts deep
into your soul,

unending winter,
where your barns,
those places you store
history and build tomorrow
remain dark, sunlight
never
penetrating, never
lighting the painful clutter that
tortures
you, and those you hide from,
here,
in your sanctuary.

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The photo was taken in January, in Pawlet, not far from my house. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom