Tintinnabulation by Mike Williams 01/19/2016 @ 9:15 P.M.

Morning sun dresses the window softly, 
And the bells of Sankt Wendel ring. 
Snow dusts the park ever so lightly, 
I still beneath the covers lazily cling. 

My eyes full of sleep I start to wink, 
Thrice I hear the church bells toll. 
Carried by the wind beyond the brink, 
Heir Müller calls from down below. 

I stumble toward the parlor balconey  
Light up a cigarette without hesitation. 
Order roast wurst mit senf and coffee. 
Inside my ears echoes of tintinnabulation.