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