We all think of what the weather will be,
so we’ll know how to dress, where to travel,
what to plan.
It takes it’s toll. Yes, on us.
But also on everything around us.
Notice the rusty roof.
Barn boards, once red, now gray.
Paint peeling on the porch.
Tree branches in the yard.
The name of the farm owner barely visible on the side of the barn.
White paint fading from the doors.
Who is there now? Another generation of the same family?
Do they remember what it was like to look from the barn window
back to the house?