a silent house by the sea
rising from spume and sand
crouch grass and rough tussock
up slopes climb
rising from headland bare windswept
cold gnarled stone
lichen caked
rising in tiers of rooted rock
torn afar carried, dropped
from a chill sky
eyes stare cold, dark
bar one glows warm
alight with promise
a promise of comfort
and hope
and communion
a silence not threatening
offering safety
and respite from fear
an answer to despair
a home, if only for now
for this moment in time
the door opens its warmth
enter within, and know
know that youโ€™re welcome
10th November 2021 #Howl