Jeffrey Hull

© 2006 Rick Lee By permission.


Old steeples float above the town
   Where birds and clouds belong,
And watch the sun drift gently down
   Each day at evensong.

The light selects a gleaming spire
   From those that dot the sky;
The others, in more drab attire
   Cannot attract its eye.

The chosen tower flaunts its glow
   Before its lofty friends
Until the sunglow dips below
   And sunset vigil ends.

Perhaps when dawn redeems the light
   And hoists it into view,
Another's crown may shine as bright
   With morning's rosy hue

But for this hour of waning day
   The chosen belfry gleams,
And revels in its grand display
   Afire with twilight beams.


© 2006 Jeffrey Hull