House and Garden

[wednesdayscat]

Summer is gone, with its warmth and its heat,
Fading as the breeze blows through.
The house is surrounded by dying leaves,
Flashing their colours so true.
And the garden, it limps,
It struggles to anew.

The wind blows harder, stronger,
Fierce with icy might.
Devastating all in its path,
Diminishing it from the light.
And the house it shudders so much,
That it gives up without a fight.

Soon, the wind will calm, it will still,
It will draw back the shadowing clouds.
Until something breathes, something lives,
Something awakens from beneath the shroud.
And finally peace, love and warmth will enter,
The house and garden, as should be allowed.