About the House
by James Keller

4/10/2016

In bed facing the stopped
grandfather clock's inert face
reflecting lamplight, listening
to light rain gently bring down last
of the orange blossoms to the earth.

This timeless state of mind
is floating, suspended in
the room of midnight, reflecting
on April's musical showers
as last blossoms fall in silence.

Asleep, rain's lullaby
continues throughout the night,
awakening in sleep the dream
of an old house singing its story--

awake, dream and rain still present.