Summer Haven

Summer Haven fell like the leaves did;
with slow bird circles and autumn sorrow.
Memory recalls places Id play as a kid,
hiding spots that only I would ever know.

The roof droops in tired old snow patches,
like branches that receive too much icing.
I think of it at times and my breath catches,
just to remember how we all took to wing.

Deserted and alone among the myriad trees,
stands the fulfillment of many a midnight dream.
It was the consequence of following the breeze;
of seeking silver linings in a golden gleam.

And though the house I built is almost gone,
even with two chances Id build it the same.
For it traces my story in ink lines on the lawn,
fading slowly as the remembrance of my name.