Old Houses

On cold,
dark nights
old houses
talk to themselves:
midnight tales
of whispered secrets,
wild romps,
late night vigils--
stories of life
and death--
but mostly life.
Listen, you'll hear.

-by Sharon Hart Addy


I love this one! It's been really dark and overcast here lately, and reading this poem made me shiver.

(Poetry Friday roundup here.)