''Memories, In the Silent Dust''

I walk up the dark, creaky attic stairs and open the door, this is where I used to play and even slept so long, long ago. Everything is covered with dust and is parchment gray, and as I enter, dust borne dust particles swirl. The entire attic is faded, pale and muted and has the musty smell, of dust. Yet, it all seems exactly as I had left it, and although the contents are time-worn under the veil of grime, it is mine- for grandma has died and nobody wants any of this stuff. But, I know the treasures that lay beneath the years of neglect, and dust. The attic enchants me- just as it had, when I was a child. Oh, the memories in the silent dust ! Over there in a corner is an old chest, and near the window a rocking chair, a dresser and brass bed. Yes, time-stained but beautiful to me, not ruined- just old and dusty. ___________________________ March 21, 2017 Poetry.Verse/In The Silent Dust Copyright Protected, ID 17- 955-992-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym Written for the contest, Dust sponsor, Shadow Hamilton Fourth Place