Wednesday, March 05, 2008
A Ruined House
(image from www.friedmanarchives.com)
A Ruined House
I too live
in a ruined house.
Mice running about
in the rafters,
rain leaking in through
the cracked panes.
In winter,
frost on the sills,
the windows won’t even
open.
But what can I do about
such things?
I came here long ago,
watched the slow decline
of years.
Sometimes when the moon
creeps in through
the broken roof,
I take down my pages,
the journals written in my youth,
reflect again on these,
and smile.
Dorothy Walters
February 21, 2008
