Bells

Bells Solitary heart, newborn in brooding silence, Steps on a cluttered path Through elms and boughs of broken limbs, In a pungent, evergreen hush Absent of astral cacophony That falls like mute pennies from wishes, No buzz nor whirling wings Disturbs the tacit spell Until a faint and far-off chime Brushes against my startled heart Like the flutter of a butterfly kiss For at my feet coral bells harmonize With snowdrops in strings of chimes Awakened by the breath of angel wings - Music born of stardust carried on wind chimes Banishes black spells in lyrical pinwheels, Melodic whirligigs ringing in silvery silk jingles Like crystal icicles brushed by soft winds - A carillon of the winter angelus Pealing in effervescent tiptoes to remain.