A House Abandoned

The house stand vacant and abandoned in the middle of the field.
The snow covered ground is indicative of the season.
The frost on the windows creeps confidently toward the center of the glass.
A door slides open with the wind encouraging it along.
The stairs to the upper level protest the icy wind as it sweeps upward.
The door to the bedroom blows open as an invitation to look inside.
Swirling around the room are papers from a children's coloring book,
The wind constantly blowing them helplessly.
The window slams shut, and the papers float to the ground.
The wind sucks backwards until the front door slams shut.
Alone. The house has locked itself away.
Flash!
Warm laughter fills the room as the fire crackles with delight.
Children run around the kitchen and up the stairs squealing.
A mother beckons her husband to sit beside her on the couch.
The guests are full, and the hostesses is proud.
A job well done.
Dessert is served as stories from the past with laughter as a garnish.
The guests grow tired as the host and hostesses began saying goodbyes.
With coats and scarfs and gloves adorned, they began their long trek home.
The husband looks at his wife and smiles. She returns the gesture.
They lock their hands as they walk up the stairs to tuck themselves away.
Flash!
The house shivers as it lets out a cry.
No more warmth to keep it alive.
The days are long, and the nights are longer.
The house were we once grew is slowly dying.
It will soon match the two gravestones off to the side.
The wind reminds the house that death is at hand.
The frost grows its final inch to cover the windows completely.
The house no longer makes a noise but quietly settles in peace.
Alone.