The air is crisp, sun's rays still reach
through winter's layer of cool.
Handwritten list - with scribbles which
show how emotions rule.
Do give! It is a magic thing.
To touch a mind and heart.
A trinket - little silver ring
makes borders, miles part.
I wish I could send hope and love
and songs of pink sunsets,
the murmur of gray turtledoves
sweet smell of citrus zest.
Daydreaming, munch banana cake
and write some kind words.
Cross - legged sitting sure aches,
my handwriting's "for the birds".
The box's stuffed to the very brink,
The evening grows to night.
Ten fingers with stuck tape and ink,
Eyes twinkling with delight...
27.11.01 6:33:32
* The Parcel*
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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