01/06/2025
Our wedding barn, now tucked in snow, Rests peacefully, with a gentle glow. No bustling brides, no joyful cheer, Just the whisper of winter, soft and clear.
As winter holds it in a calm embrace, The barn awaits spring’s warm, welcome face. Silent and serene, it stands so tall, Dreaming of love’s return, through it all.
In this quiet, dreams still weave, Of vows and laughter, come spring’s reprieve. Our barn sleeps now, in winter’s grace, Ready to wake to love’s sweet embrace.
