Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks December 2014: Winter | Page 8

Winter Bells
Laura-Louise Slattery
The winter bells chime,
I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep
Their hearts their own
The winter bells are spring.
No flowers to blossom,
No bees to hum,
The coming spring’s already come.
I never want the grass to bloom;
The lawn’s best dressed in white.
I love to see the blizzard come,
And see its piercing light.
The dazzled icy eyes that cling;
To the winter bells’ resounding ring.

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