Feet crunching up a deserted drive
winding
through tangled shrubbery.
House silent
in the empty mist.
An owl,
disturbed,
passing.
From an upper window
a shadow stares.
All that is left
of someone
who once
lived.
Feet crunching up a deserted drive
winding
through tangled shrubbery.
House silent
in the empty mist.
An owl,
disturbed,
passing.
From an upper window
a shadow stares.
All that is left
of someone
who once
lived.