Evening Bell

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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 then rolls away
and vanishes to re-join the hawks circling
the snowy peaks in peaceful
glide.

Cardinal (Quadrille)

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Picture:  Sock Monkey while on nature walk with questions of deepness.

Quadrille poetry form = 44 words & red bird. Thank you monkey.

Sins that stain a royal perch
are preened like smooth, red
berries –
but those of the cardinal’s beatific
corvax satin
hang on staggered boughs
like broken bread fed worshippers;
high and mighty – aloof.
Masquerading aloft, he knows
where you all are.