door slamming in the thunder,
rumbling blemishes
and coiling swaths of color
a brisk bite of chilly autumn air
and the swinging of the ground floor,
window panes taught from the strain
leaves pouring through the neglected window
crackling peels of paint
and lazy glows of aged bulbs,
a house toppling as the tempest endures
a house resisting the urge to fall,
you see, look closely
through the knocking of the storm,
the walls cannot fall
and nor can the roof,
there is a treasure to protect,
and memories to cherish,
all the lifetimes of happy fishes
and warm pies to relish,
a house of this kind cannot perish
it guards the kisses
and the starry night wishes