Grex Poetry3 Conference

Item 338: One Chime

Entered by allida on Sat Nov 15 02:55:26 2003:

In the pre-dawn rain
The smell of smoke
And decaying leaves near
The warm fire are magical

She comes
Gracefully balancing bells
Intoxicated by the moment gives
Me a pair and takes
My hand as sparks fly from
The fire.

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