Out of morning gullies
along a hidden creek,
cascades of notes
come tumbling
like wind-chimes,
clear and sweet.
The notes are like star-voices,
if only stars could speak;
a fountain in a courtyard,
a temple-dancer's feet.
Search among the tree-ferns:
you won't find what you seek -
the soft chimes echo from afar,
like bells on nomad sheep…
Bellbirds
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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