November 10, 2014 Blog, Dark, Poetry 2

by Lilly Baxley

Cold house, cobwebbed corners,

dust floats in the sunlight

of an autumn morning.

Not even the house has creaked in days

and the cushions on the chairs

are still plump.

its so small now and left over

with trinkets that have lost

even the smallest meaning hey once held,

and yet,

I won’t put them away

or sell them.


I can’t bare it.


The new is on in the background,

they say winter

will be unforgivably cold this year.


About Lilly Baxley

Stage manager, theater lover, artist in various forms. poetry writer and wannabe killer of zombies! (Michonne in the making)

2 Responses to “Cold”

    • Christina

      I’m a little biased but I do love, love, love her writing!! Nice timing for this arctic blast U.S. is about to get!