BRICKS AND MORTAR

'Bricks And Mortar" by Patsy  2015 

What's a home, without it's fire and, its hearth?
A cold, an empty tomb, without a beating heart.
Cow shed or stable, would mean more to a child,
than eyeless walls, now blank, now blazing and wild.

But nature waits in hiding until the time is right,
and begins to creep across the darkness into bright,
colours of the grass, and of autumn leaves' warm hue,
melting into the darkness, warming the tomb, and me, too.

By Patsy  2015