Heart-shaped leaves
of redbud tree
are silent bells; lulls,
contradiction’s frenzied
harvest’s winding down,
in autumn’s gusts
wet from summer’s
growing distant end.
Too far either way
until lavender clusters play.
Eyes turn to still-green
grass, cushion for
stark, life-seized portend
of winter’s monotony.
2nd offering for this prompt
Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Kim says:
Today I’d like you to take any meaning or form of the word bell and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.
Tao Talk 
nicely done Lisa!
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Thanks, Cindy 🙂 ❤
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Great take
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Lots of lovely sounds in this one, Lisa: the ‘silent bells’, ‘lulls’, the wet gusts and ‘ lavender clusters’. I’m not looking forward to winter’s monotony.
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Thank you, Kim. I’m already missing the sunlight 😦
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We do seize on the green this time of year–all color, really. (K)
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Yes we do. It’s just about at its height right now. The witch hazel are a bright yellow and along the roads are so many oranges and reds. Such a heavenly season. I think I told you that witch hazel blooms at the very end of fall, going into winter, which makes it an anomaly. Redbud trees bloom before their leaves come out in the spring.
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Red buds make me sentimental. Great conceit of “silent bells.”
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Dora, thank you for your wonderful comment.
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A musical read. I enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Ali. I had walked past the window yesterday and saw the wet redbud leaves, then later when I saw the prompt they inspired me.
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I like that nature inspired your words. Great job of being present to the small joys that showed up in your day.
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❤ My eyes are always peeled even if not consciously.
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A lovely seasonal poem, Lisa. Well done (again).
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Thanks, Bill.
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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Lovely lines!
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Thank you, Veera. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
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I like “silent bells”. Nature can be so inspiring.
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Thank you, Punam, yes it can. It has its own language that often speaks without sound.
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