Morning bells
Morning bells,
the church tower
lost in flurries
of snow
does chime,
winter light
returning,
dawn edging
above the drifts
and clouds
of dawn
and time,
For another year
stretches,
in calendar days
the retreating shadows
of yesteryears,
‘how long?’
the blackbird
sings
above the hours
‘how long?’
he sings,
into the darkness
waiting,waiting,
until spring
does hear.
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com
