Glimpse
Memories lay in the tall grasses
hidden from street view,
statues for the wandering ants.
Forgotten possessions
in the graveyard of a worn estate
where families once played.
The house with wearing wood
is a beautifully sad structure
that has seen better days.
Swing set chains rusted,
ever so often would howl
with the ghosts who still move about.
The patina of age spreads
across the desolate property
in an artistic awe, aware
no one ever visits there.
Beautiful rain cried rust lines
oxidation illustrations
in a naturally romantic transformation.
Glimpse the sanctuary many have know,
this is where the past calls home.
Date: 7-1-18
For Contest: Patina
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2018
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