Ivy house

There has been always something about houses covered in ivy.

How they are naked in winter

covered in branches

dull and lifeless.

It's like a person's ribcage after their heart has been broken

Nothing grows there

because of the cold and the absence of the light.

And once spring comes

everything blooms again

The ivy covers the house again

all over

There is just something comforting about looking at the pure green plant hugging every inch of the house.

It's like the warmth of someone new

someone who came after winter to

comfort you

and

let your body come alive again.

There is so much beauty in something so simple

something only nature can give you.

and perhaps when i'm old and grey

I would be sitting on the front porch of my ivy covered house

with the person who let the light inside of me again.