Bells

[sstang13]

This part of Hamburg looks and feels Siberian
retracing chubby childish fingers
along the footnote creased in exile.
Its air has intake and a bit of spring
that sends the leafy shadows quivering
against the patchy asphalt.
Its scent of apple trees in bloom
is hanging like a green halo and caught
between my highs-strung ankles –
For I am overturned this spring,
watching the dusk descend
down my hair – its very ends
I tied to ancient bells in bronze,
announcing summer’s
coming.

I specifically like the bolded part for it symbolizes the switching of character as we go through different seasons (eg. emotions) and watching the dusk descend like the hard times have come and are now on their way out.