The High House Poem by jackilton peachum

High House

(for Charles Kase)

Someday, & in the cold, perhaps, far hence,
we may look back on this and marvel then
at something of the smallest of events:

A warm grate and outside the howling wind--
a Fall moon that shines almost bright as day,
and muddy Roanoke a mile away.

The lamplight drew deep shadows on the floor
through bourbon-flavoured evenings we knew
while dark and wind-torn trees outside the door
whispered at the windows: 'These days are few.'
Mistletoe Castle,1986
Mecklenburg County