22.10.12

The walls had
originally been white
but years had turned
them yellow or gray
streaked
with bright sienna
in areas exposed
to the rain.

Behind the panes of black
wooden framed windows
a bed on the right
table on the left
sat one small clay
pot of flowers.

4.10.12

We sing of stones

bright colored
sparkling
beneath autumn sun
and our voices
rise in the telling.