Dec 21
poem 0 comments challenge: Snow
futurefemalepitcher's picture

Golden Bells

Silent
Perfectly perfect
Nothing can disturb it
Falling drifts
Like ghosts from the sky
Form icy drifts 
Down below
And I am staring a white winter
When I hear the bells start to ring
I know instantly 
These can't be mere silver bells
Because this isn't some big city where there's smoke in the air and taxis are honking
This is 
Vermont
So our bells
Are beautiful
Our bells
Are golden.