A Song of Bells The sound of bellsfell quiet as my every leaf falls.It cuts meto the quick, this season’s turn, thiscalendar page departed.Be of haste and hurry forthere’s a seedling at my foot. A breeze. The wind. I hearrustling troubles on the horizon.Cold is north.Wet is south.Today it’s south, this wind. The trees beside … Continue reading Day 11: NaPoWriMo 2021