DAY 84 - Sunday Morning Symphony

From Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer comes the following prompt:

Write a poem about--or, at least, with--a sound. It could be an annoying sound, a scary sound, a happy sound, etc. In fact, the poem could even include several sounds.

84.

SUNDAY MORNING SYMPHONY
She wakes to a carillon of cathedral bells;
short, sharp tick of the dresser clock
defining each second of time that passes;
steady drip, drip, drip of rain falling
in small silvery drops; clatter of cup on
saucer. The familiar sounds soothe her

and she is content.

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