C o t t a g e. i n. t h e. W o o d

Stark and secret window
Twisted vine in time, in time
Ceramic, cracked and breaking
Blue light, faint and aching
Hidden rhyme, my mind
On the windowsill, gray and flaking
The dust-frosted panes
Write my name
In mystery, forsaking
Crumbling cottage, remnants
Pieces of forgotten love
Remember the roses
Blood red, waking
In Spring to caress
Where the nettles are taking
Over now
As the house cries
And the crickets sing
Alone.