Tiny House Journey

Tiny House

All our steps have led to this

Solemn demise at the end of the road

A tiny house with Winter’s chill

It’s frozen drifts gleam on the snow.

Waiting for us so long it seems

We’ve paused our lives

We’ve swept our dreams

Beneath the dusty ashen stair

But soon they’ll know what brought us here

A breath of hope so crystal clear

Water streams like angel’s tears.

The windows glow a welcomed light

Bringing dreams back into sight

Where all things new can flourish here

And never shed another tear.

-Tina M.E.