“Ramshackle” for April 18, 2019

Ramshackle
 
The house on the headland,
once snug,
is now ransacked by wind,
pelted by rain,
invaded by small seeds
seeking to catch hold
in a new place.
 
Needle grasses burst
through floorboards.
White petals cling,
fresh découpage,
to fading blue wallpaper.
Saplings pierce the shingles.
And all summer, bees patrol.
 
Leslie Schultz