A sound of brass rings out across
foggy trees calling into the rain
a long sound that flows on across
cut hedges seeking the sun.
Go slow. Push up the hill.
Shadows build a show in the field
for those of us nearby but still
kept apart from everyday nature.
I grew up very close to the village church and love the sound of the bells that I barely hear as I’m so used to them – running through the churchyard at dusk in the summer the gravestones cast long shadows that I thought were the shades of the people buried there.