Something Old As New (Revision 2c)

[vagabond]

In bright winter sun we                     i´d pull "shoot" up in this line and contract to "we´d shoot"
would shoot old houses,          then continue with "old houses, their glass windows almost touched"/  by the tips of frail branches.
tips of frail branches almost
touching the window glass.

Yellow, frozen grass
crunched under our feet.
Our cold fingers
found the buttons of our cameras.          not sure if you need those two lines - leave the reader puzzling about what was shooting a bit longer, or maybe pull "found the buttons" up in the previous line.

We found angles from the border of trees,               i´d start this stanza with "we kneeled and wet our knees"
kneeled and wet our knees,
framed the crooked porch,
weathered door and quiet street.

Cheeks flush, short hair curled                                 though it´s cute i find it distracting at this point.. maybe move closer to the last stanza.
around your ears.
Our breath vanished quickly.                

We never got inside,
only looked through             
into dark rooms,

then took a sycamore to the roof                   
to be sun-warmed by the chimney
under a single phone wire
that hasn't carried a voice in years.

But if it was speaking now,
it would talk of pleasant company
and our careful steps,
and our whispering,

and our sitting hunched together
as I took your hands,
cupped them in mine,
and gently blew inside

you got some captivating images here.