The Quilt, A Poem

the worn cottony
bluish softness
calls me back
to that time
surrounded by my
light yellow walls
and the love
given by the
small soft-eyed
grandmother
who sewed the
cottony blush softness
just for me

The Barn- A haiku

I was inspired to write this by a blog entry at poetry and hums. Thanks for the inspiration!

red and worn from time
it stands as a sentinel
protecting the farm