Of chapel bells
and after day’s dry summer wind
chimes angelic chorus
hangs in lasting configuration
My father’s rye-grass covered hills
tremble with a breeze keeper’s song
as he gathers up his grief
Mother folds away her weeping
folds away her dreams
until they are still
Mourners will soon move to chapel
to offer compassion
and glances from a distance
My brother
born yesterday, took no breath
from summer’s day
sang no breeze keeper’s song,
felt no dry summer’s wind,
yet heard
the farewell of bells
and dwelt there
harmonic
in tintinnabulation
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
Of chapel bells
and after day’s dry summer wind
chimes angelic chorus
hangs in lasting configuration
My father’s rye-grass covered hills
tremble with a breeze keeper’s song
as he gathers up his grief
Mother folds away her weeping
folds away her dreams
until they are still
Mourners will soon move to chapel
to offer compassion
and glances from a distance
My brother
born yesterday, took no breath
from summer’s day
sang no breeze keeper’s song,
felt no dry summer’s wind,
yet heard
the farewell of bells
and dwelt there
harmonic
in tintinnabulation
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