Evening Bell

The ancient bell
of the temple summons
lost spirits to prayers;
murk figures roam alone
unacquainted on snow covered
mountains where peaks punctuate
streaming cauldron clouds, drawing birds
that circle the meditative winds.
Chimes from the west,
bring the mist in to wander
with the wind from the east –
dusk strikes the temple bell
for worship; the tranquil mist rolls away
and vanishes to rejoin the hawks circling
the snowy peaks in meditative
glide.