{"id":90207,"date":"2021-06-26T12:24:21","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:24:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90207"},"modified":"2021-06-29T22:06:59","modified_gmt":"2021-06-30T02:06:59","slug":"spirit-of-the-winter-barn-hour-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/spirit-of-the-winter-barn-hour-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Spirit of the Winter Barn &#8211; HOUR FOUR"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-90217\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012-2-Spirit-of-the-Winter-Barn-Watercolour-9.78x9.89-copyright-Wendie-Donabie-2012-Copy-279x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"279\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012-2-Spirit-of-the-Winter-Barn-Watercolour-9.78x9.89-copyright-Wendie-Donabie-2012-Copy-279x300.jpg 279w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012-2-Spirit-of-the-Winter-Barn-Watercolour-9.78x9.89-copyright-Wendie-Donabie-2012-Copy.jpg 650w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 279px) 100vw, 279px\" \/><\/p>\n<h3>Spirit of the Winter Barn<\/h3>\n<p>(inspired by my painting, SPIRIT OF THE WINTER BARN)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>What haunts your vacant rafters<\/p>\n<p>these cold mid-winter nights<\/p>\n<p>where swallows nested in the heat<\/p>\n<p>and cattle lowed in stalls beneath?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I feel a presence living there &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>a spirit watching over you<\/p>\n<p>a gentle, specter with no spite<\/p>\n<p>who longs only to hold you tight.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So have no fear dear winter barn<\/p>\n<p>I sense you\u2019re safe \u2018til spring returns<\/p>\n<p>Enjoy this quiet, peaceful pace<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Til life fills up your empty space.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Spirit of the Winter Barn (inspired by my painting, SPIRIT OF THE WINTER BARN) &nbsp; What haunts your vacant rafters these cold mid-winter nights where swallows nested in the heat and cattle lowed in stalls beneath? &nbsp; I feel a presence living there &#8211; a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1411,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1411"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90207"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103793,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90207\/revisions\/103793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}