Dusk

The resounding, echoy bells

In the church tower afar

Do their best to reach me 

As the fall air sets its chill

Signaling a goodbye (hello) to the day (night)

The tea kettle whistles 

As the cold air rushes in

My sweater wrapping tighter

As the sky grows a billowy, soft blue and grey

And my eyes look to the passerbys

Goodbye (hello) sun (moon)

The fairytale city seems quiet, if only for a moment

As the somber bell sings to me
Through the window I peer
Taking nothing but a memory
The picture forever there (here)

Of a perfect, crisp, nearly winter dusk
Set upon the old German town