Bells

My bells, are shared with you, At the ringing in of the taut day And the ringing out of the mayfly The bells, brazen, lucid, warm, Silence the chatter of the clouds, Bring solace to a weary ear And the peeling bellow of the rim, The clatter of the clapper, urged on by Yolk, the busy carillon two octaves tall Falls quiet the nightfall comes, tied the Ringers’ rope on wooden stop; cadence, Hum, now spins the air in hollow cup Written for Bells contest 3/8/15