Ghosts

The ghosts come in
in the winter,
and keep the place cold.
I've learned,
they sleep under the creaking
floorboards.
In the empty kitchen
cabinets.

I offer tea,
when they throw the
porcelain teapot
down onto 
the table.

You learn,
one winter at a time.
They'll come and open the
windows to the snowy
nights.