Wednesday, 19 August 2015

The Peal of the Bells

The gentle ringing of the bells,
Trilling through the morning calm,
Would daily bring throughout that house
A sluggish pushing forth from warmth,
A flurry of chuntering feet above,
An unseen joy
And smiles for fresh beginnings.

                                            Now,
The tolling of the bells
Brings nothing but a soundless shiver,
And words of loss that falter
In my cold, dry throat.

No comments:

Post a Comment