Six bells-a-chiming
Tales from the edge of the morning sky
English - July 25, 2023 10:00 - 1 minute - 831 KBBooks Arts nature environment sustsainabilty earth seasons poetry pagan Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
Six bells
Six bells,
the first call
to morning,
I’d never believe
it was so still
and July,
for the early morning
is with mist
and wreathes
of hanging clouds,
the summer heat
has simply gone,
slipped under
the warning bark
of crows,
for the earth
is wet,
with furrows
of running water,
like afterthoughts,
forgotten thoughts,
empty thoughts,
the runnels
of memories,
the collapsing dreaming
of the lost
and drowning
of spring,
and although
the balcony is empty,
chairs glistening
in the cool
and dawning wind,
facing blindly,
the blank disc
of silver grey,
the hidden hands
of a weakening sun.
August…waits,
behind the closing
summer dark.
As the crows bark
again,
and again
following
the six bells
still chiming.
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