In Autumn leaves flutter, form a carpet
'round the house whose appearance shouts Winter.
Slats seem faded and worn against gold blanket.
When cold weather blows in, the frame will splinter.
If only this house could speak of times gone by
when laughter of children rang like silver bells,
and scampering dogs raced 'round the yard to hide
their bones in secret spaces dug like a well.
This house held many owners through the years
'til generations of family were gone.
A fixer-upper now for new couples
to remodel, and perhaps, pass along.
To make a house a home takes love,
imagination and a sense of fun.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
I love – and feel nostalgic about – the children and dogs of yesterday running around………and also enjoy the idea of it as a fixer upper – I watch those shows a lot, and love the transformations and the people all coming in happy. Smiles.
Thanks, Sherry. I couldn’t bear to think of the house left empty.
Although there is talk of coming winter there is the warmth in the family presence and actions in memory
Thanks, Gillena! 💜💜
This is beautiful Sara! Love the closing message and the sentiments along the way.
Love the way this wraps itself around the house and seems to call for new stories to find it.
Thanks so much, wyndolynne!
I love the “Seasons of the house”. It will take someone with deep pockets to restore it.
Yes, and imagine the joy of it all.
‘The house whose appearance shouts winter’ – great description. I totally agree with your last lines.
Thanks so much, writingwn!
As a lady who loves interior design and architecture …. I would love to get my hands on a house like this. That would be great fun. Cheers, Sara.
You could probably do wonders with it!
I loved your mention of the dogs racing. I am supposing they live in that dog house on the left. A lot of old houses in Galveston, a few blocks from the beach are being restored and sold. There is a TV show on the DIY network about the couple doing this and a house every episode is renewed.
That has to be a nice feeling–having a hand in redoing a house. Thanks, Jim!
My favorite lines:
“If only this house could speak of times gone by
when laughter of children rang like silver bells,”
I like the hope you still see in the place, Sara.
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Nice. The house must hold so many memories.