Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #52
A Bell A Day Was Left by Belinda Roddie A bell a day was left on my doorstep. Not large old things with wooden handles carved, but little jingle bells like from a sled with horse dragging it down the boulevard, and they rang quite a sweet sound, silver spheres of soft delight. I took them to my room and hung them by red ribbons so my ears would be soothed as I slept through nights of gloom. I didn't know who was sending me these tokens of music. It certainly was not an accident. I even sent seas of letters out asking what was the cause. Then one day, at the door, I saw a bell wrapped in a bow, child's handwriting. How swell!