Tuesday, August 20, 2013

this old house

Old Houses


Year after year after year


I have come to love slowly


how old houses hold themselves - 


before November's drizzled rain
or refreshing light of June - 


as if they have all come to agree 
that, in time, the days are no longer 
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.


I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun


as they go on keeping their vigil without need of sign,
awaiting nothing more 


than the birds that sing from the eaves, 
the seizing cold that sounds from the rafters.


Robert Cording




2 comments:

yfas said...

Oh Eric! Beautiful! I can't wait to see her!

By wisdom a house is built,
and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.Proverbs 24:3-4

Love you!
Aunt Sandy

Steve Bezner said...

Holy smokes. Absolutely gorgeous. Congrats to you guys. I look forward to visiting you soon.