Open Door

The barn yawns wide, its mouth open,  

Light spills in—a golden tide, a hush,  

The pasture stretches, living and breathing,  

Cattle graze slow, their shadows ripple softly,  

Horses, their manes stirred like whispers,  

The haze lingers, a veil of dream,  

Horizons melt into the tender beyond,  

Infinite sky leans low, a tender embrace.  

Through this gate of earth and air,  

I step, a wanderer greeting open worlds,  

Each blade of grass a beckoning hand,  

The murmurs of nature weave a hymn,  

Time unfurls itself, a slow, endless spool,  

The distant hills waver, dissolve, reappear,  

Every breath marries earth and sky,  

The door remains open—it always will.