A House Of Rust

Cold leaked out of every corner of the old home

Creaking walls spilling their sounds across the room 

Wood decreasing in its color 

In wonder  

In compassion

I reached for the heat to keep you warm 

Water running and the sound of winter silence 

In secret 

In hiding

You kept it all there 

Outside trees painted black 

Signs of true color 

I’d hope to see them gold by the morning hour 

In time 

In question 

I wiped the dust from the counter 

Fresh and new underneath the rust 

Clipped wings spread across the granite 

You wear chaos well 

In doubt 

In confusion 

Confided to be seen 

I set a new picture on the shelf above

But Images of old leave you in drama

You stand taller in tragedy 

 The rain arrived 

I collected all your grey 

Attempting to make a sun 

A house built on forest clouds 

Dancing  better in disaster

Shinning brighter in misfortune 

I dreamt of us in sunlight 

I fixed your shattered wings 

You pictured us in black 

A favor for the ruin

I saw the lights go out, but this time I left them 

Removed your damaged feathers that fell 

I head back to the garden planting my roots of color and sanity 

I leave you in the old home 

Rust caving in

You stay

You build

You always have worn the chaos well...