That day had an appetite for sun shining.
Wind blowing. Shadowed light passing
the fields flocked with birds – black harps singing.
And I knew this day was too short lasting
when St Mary’s bells spilled the air ringing.
Changes, changes. Ringing clouds swelled
into thunderous sound.
dVerse wants a broken poem form, so the last two lines of
this Ottawa Rima were ‘broken’ and written with internal
rhyme. Poem form Ottava Rima abababcc for dVerse
Found/remixed Bleak House and my 1991 Winter Journal