May 5, 2013

This House

This house,
once so alive,
now badly
needs repair,
fresh blood,
another season,
some reason
to not despair.
Lovers slept
just down the hall,
on the bottom stair;
children grew up
too fast right here,
all have gone
off somewhere.
Empty rooms
sit falling apart,
at last to time;
like all used nests,
at the end of spring,
they've been
left behind.