Six bells-a-chiming

Send us Fan MailSix bellsSix 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 lostand drowning of spring, and althoughthe balcony is empty, chairs glistening in the cool and dawning wind, facing blindly, the blank disc of silver grey, the hidden handsof a weakening sun.August…waits, behind the closing summer dark.As the  crows bark again, and againfollowing the six bells still [email protected]