the bell tolls.
Morning chapel rings shadows and cotton
into cobbled brick
while the echo of footprints wrinkles
in bark and skirt, a staccato hymn padding like
cats’ paws across the fence on another day
ready to sound and spring.
Silence does not move,
but we do.
about the author
C. Dendy hopes to one day finish revising her young adult novel turned trilogy, so she can submit it for publication and start working on the next project(s). In the meantime, when not frolicking about one dreamscape or another with her children, she writes K-12 social studies texts. (It pays the bills, and it takes her across the globe and across time, into all sorts of nooks and crannies of civilization.)