Mist swallowed 
old soldier trees
lean tiredly against
peeled teeth missing fences,
Silently the grey stalks 
across overgrown 
weed invaded grass
creeping around the gaunt
black ribbed house,
climbing rotting walls
sliding through shattered windows
seeking collapsing dreams,
just one hope to shore
up life.

derelict loneliness
is all the mist
fingers find.

Poem Tags
#anthropomorphism, #derelict, #house, #loneliness, #metaphor, #mist, #old, #poetry, #spoken-word, #seasons, #weather,
Prompt
Mist and loneliness stalk the derelict house.