Wednesday, 19 January 2011

#haibun 2

From the river,the wooded slopes rise steeply to the foot of the old city walls. Patches of early snowdrops spring up at the foot of still dormant trees.High above them, from sandstone towers,the cathedral bells sound on the hour as they have done for centuries.Along the river a cormorant flies upstream.

cathedral bells

an ancient tone

snowdrops bow their heads

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