Winters Bell
It rang,
unclear against the sound of traffic and dripping rooves
It rang out against the frost and frozen village lanes
Its repeating, skittering along the surface of the dulled stream
and continued to ring.
Winter’s bell
Not a peal but a call to listen, attend
And then it came
Gently blowing across the roads and paths
Snow, winter had arrived.
© JBrain, 2010
Posted November 30, 2010 at 11:00am in WInters Bell poetry Artsmonkey Jbrain 2010 winter bell
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