Sunday, December 21, 2014

Solstice


Those old bells in distant times,
counties, hills, fences, crows,
not unlike the words I find in old books,
tolling, still, their census shows,
how straight they go in stately lines,
on winter roads through frosty rhymes,
with woolen scarves and proper looks,
and do my life apostrophize,
as one who rings, and leaves,
his rain thoughts,
in a brook.



4 comments:

Yvonne Osborne said...

I like the soft sounds of bells, crows, brooks, and books.
Happy Winter Solstice!

William Michaelian said...

And to you, Yvonne, with thanks and good wishes.

Lorraine Renaud said...

How very beautiful this his, the sound of distant bells, the brooks all that i love in on small paragraph, Happy Winter Solstice William, this is so beautiful

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine. Wishing you happy days, and good light.