This House
Clouds are weeping at my door
Puddles tearfully trickle in
Moonlight falls, whisper thin
Shingles chatter on the roof
Winter sends her lonely kiss
Restless winds, a soulful hiss
Tousled twigs caress the windows
Shattered leaves sorrow down
Willows writhe, orchids frown
Shutters sigh outside these walls
Thunder moans in evening gloom
Wilted love, she cannot bloom
Copyright © Luther Seahand | Year Posted 2013
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