Homestead

Soaking grey
Is punishing the land

Where once the house stood for a dream,
A shallow breath away from our fingertips
The path, never to be shared,
Slipped sand in the hourglass,
Unaccounted
The lavenders are long gone,
Would have been too woody anyway

The sage cottage, nameless anymore,
The last stall before the chance lot was cast

Home is where the heart is,
A broken shaft of sunshine