A chill within
The attic room
Where in Spring
No flowers bloom
Though nightly
Footfalls heard
Invisible visitors
The spirit world.
The room deserted
Long ago
Yesteryears newspapers
Upon the floor
Cobwebbed furniture
A creaking door
An empty chair
A window there.
Antique mirror
Whose secrets hide
Within its reflection
From both sides
A lifeless doll
Sits upon
A hanging shelf
Its eyes long gone.