I ring the evening bell
And my tolling is from the trees
From the throat of the sundown breeze
I am a knelling of love
Pealing out before night wind is loosed
Here in the hush of twilight I live
Filled with the day’s fruits
Lured to my ringing by star rise
By mist of moon and silk of corn
I am the knelling of living heart
Sonorous in the birthing dark
February 13, 1997
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