Hanging Bells Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Hanging Bells
Hanging bells
Petals that be mostly curls
The winter cold by now be less
And the calm Spring be on the edge of yon hill.
Bleak heavy clouds lighter become.
Not often be the sun rays but not as before
The heavens frown
Waters and streamlets increase; with them
The chirping of the happy gurgling.
The time be coming; let us seize it.
Thursday, February 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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