A Gathering Place: Bringing the Sheep Down to the Spring Barn

bringing down the sheep to spring barn      

In a far
corner, glass
opaque and crusty with old manure,              

the messy backyard
of the barn's windowsill. Dark. Still,
a gathering place
of the preterite,
for those

empty, broken accessories,

of a farmer's life;

cleaning time, a place
passed over,
a bit out of reach,
but still too close, to put out of

(Photo: Morning Mist, Taking Lambs and Ewes to Spring Barn, April,the Alps.
To this day, in the high mountains of Europe, a form of transhumance is practiced,
moving animals rhythmically with the changing seasons from pasture to pasture,
and from barn to barn.)
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