Quiet as it’s kept, in the pre-dawn hours
My old house sounds like an orchestra pit
Getting tuned for an opening night concert
I am the lone patron waking to the
Clicking, creaking, blowing, swooshing, dripping
Sounds of aged materials that welcome my bare feet,
Keep me warm, covered from outdoor moisture and free of body odor
I find gratitude and simple pleasures
In the magical melodic mix of my old house

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston