New Neighbors
by Marie Elena
New Neighbors
It’s dark. I see the lit porchlight across the street. A glow shines from inside the home. For several years, there were no lights. It seemed no one lived there, but I knew better. The house used to be graced with a family. Then, only the man remained. He seldom came and went. When darkness fell, the house disappeared.
There’s something about
how the light warms the snow, and
how love warms the house.
© Marie Elena Good, 2025
pictured words 
Houses have so many secrets to keep. I love the line:
When darkness fell, the house disappeared.
I imagine houses disappear into themselves at night. Poof!