Resound poem by Desmond. Poems Unrequited blog.

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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