Frigid feet warmed.
Firey hearts spilled.
Motes of regret
settling in the patina,
alongside ancient grains of hope.
Stains of forlorn despair
and resurrection elixirs
newly polished with lust.
The ancient hardwood floor planks hold secrets.
Lives scuffed and scarred, yet indomitable.
Photo by Autumn Toennis
Poetry challenge by Melissa Dodson
Poem #4 for National Poetry Month