A poem by Pascale Steig
Found a house, at last
Charm abounds everywhere
It sits on a hill.
Yellow wood siding,
A nice porch to while time away
On warm summer days
Wake up to the light
Filtering through old stained glass
Lavender, red, green, amber
To rest, -Home at last-
And finally settle in,
Unpack my boxes
Secret garden spots
It is ours now, all of it
Plants, shrubs, flowers, trees.
Glorious spring blooms
Peonies, roses and more:
Endless surprises.
Water runs downhill
Rainy weather, soggy ground:
Endless surprises.
Alas! Rain; more rain!
Water pours under the house,
A river, a lake…
Crumbling foundation
Carpenter ants, -worse: spiders-
Problems all around
A mess to fix;
“Sell it before it’s too late,”
Says one contractor
“Don’t think about it -
It’s been here a hundred years,”
Says another one.
I try to fix it
I paint it; I buy windows:
Presents for the house
I want to tame it:
The cantankerous old house
Hides its beauty well.
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