Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
Old adobe bricks, washed of
Whiteness, paled to umber,
Await another century.
Star Jasmine and old vines
Lay claim upon the ghosted land,
Then quiet pools whisper
Private childhood secrets.
Flush on inner cottage walls
Antiquitous faces,
Used to the gelid breath
Of old manors, glare disdainfully
Over breached time.
Around and through these
“Gelid” means extremely cold, so it could show that the house is used to it’s forgotten times and memories, even more personification. Also, the use of cold could show that the house is either way up in the mountains or in northern California. 

California Prodigal