The house sways with the wind
its paint grey as a stormy day.
The sun beams through the window panes
coated with grime and faded lace
A dust halo hovers about
a rocking chair that creaks in time
with the pendulum’s swinging.
The hour echoes in the walls
bony hands reached out
bidding Time back to happy days.
For Dverse Poets’ The Medium is the Message. Join and/or visit the pub and have some fun.