March 15, 2014
Bells
I sit at my window
gazing out on
yet another grey,
cold morning
Coffee guiding me
to the start
of my day
When on the wind,
I hear the morning
bells of my
neighborhood church
playing an
unrecognizable tune
through the fog
It brings a soft smile
and a trickling tear
Memories…
of a girl long gone
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
gazing out on
yet another grey,
cold morning
Coffee guiding me
to the start
of my day
When on the wind,
I hear the morning
bells of my
neighborhood church
playing an
unrecognizable tune
through the fog
It brings a soft smile
and a trickling tear
Memories…
of a girl long gone
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie