The Northern Most House

drinking in the beauty of fall afternoon chimes carry your souls song lightly as you travel the autumn road to the northern most house that lay in the silence of the chill air a windy sunshine had beat upon its door all day now night has crept forward to lay siege darkness crouched at the window with all its implied intents inside its rooms shrouded in silence you sit in the near darkness rubbing a free hand on the surface of the mosaic floor it forms an image of a woodland in spring it forms an image of the promise of rebirth the thoughts of a windy sunshine lingers on your heart here in the stillness of the northern most house waiting for first light not knowing what it will reveal waiting to find out what you will be the promise of tomorrow or the tears of yesterday its quiet in the shadows of the northern most house where a windy sunshine will beat upon the door all day