Hearing the Bells In the Wind

hearing the bells in the wind on a quiet day after Christmas it is not all over in my head as i see my footprints in the snowflakes on top of the sand tears quietly flow as i think of times when a Queen ruled Her unexpected early death brought forth unexpected change never again will sameness be the same never again will my nomenclature have a name yet and still i smile and carry my bookmark proudly yet and still i create every chapter and, though shy, bellow them loudly i approach life in a way that a few may envy without words some may even wonder how i do it in unbeknownst multitudes of herds nevertheless, i wish them all a Merry Christmas without even the gentlest thump of judgment i greet them with the rhythmic bells in the wind some may just walk on some may smile with gratitude some may make a face with the occasional eye roll some may be inspired with an upbeat attitude though the Seasons Greetings are a wee bit belated i do Hope and Pray that many will be elated my thoughts of Positive Vibes and Many Blessings are Equally Related with All Wishes that the Good Cheer will come from unification of words that i created hearing the bells in the wind on a sweetly calm night after Christmas its stillness and the peace within so freely clears my head as i see the aftermath of the distinguished build of my snow angel on top of the sand