A Collection of Wind Chimes
I own these randomly crafted wind chimes
to try and collect the wind where I’ve been
or catch a breeze from mysterious glen
a long remembrance of your breezy rhymes.
To listen to the music of these bells
express whether a peaceful gust or gale
a song to tell me if there’s wind to sail
these different tones that cast their varied spells.
Whether percussion of carved bamboo
or harpsichord of hanging metal chime
one can hear the weather run through the scales.
Along with wind, chimes will always ring true
to find these same rhymes with chimes every time
a wind chime collects more then windy tales.
I dream of walks through zen style garden path
each branch of shade providing tree will hold
a delicately carved wind chime of old
to sing with birds who play in the bird bath.
I dream of hearing every little breeze
as octaves of bassoon through leaves of tree
to close my eyes to vision I must see
a monumental lesson left to freeze.
A garden dedicated to each sound
an orchestra from sky and then from earth
a message one must sit to contemplate
where chime with frog upon this wind is found
the smaller chimes will ring for all their worth
the song without them would be incomplete.
When shopping at my local hardware store
so drawn into the aisle with the wind chimes
a long remembrance of your breezy rhymes,
I will only buy one even though poor.
An Autumn leaf in glass reflects the sun
to offer chime along with garden gnome
a place these wayward musicians call home
a time when holding hands was just for fun.
The porches that these chimes have seen to date
whose numbers equal that of all our lives
a testament to their fine craftsmanship.
We’ve heard the chimes while clearing off our plate
this meal now stored in musical archives
where time and sound begin a strong courtship.