The house creaks
and rocks me to sleep.
The windows and sashes
sigh,
weeping to keep the warming light
of the sun that passes them by.
The stairs shift
under shadow feet.
The refrigerator hums
a lullaby.
Soft leaves brush
windowpanes with a soft touch,
making pattern against a
starlit
sky.

Lindsey Milton 1993

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