01/02/2017

Windchimes

I have packed away the wind chimes now
One last song as I walk to the shed
Of old bells and hollow echoes
As long as the winter shadows
Chasing me

Summer is a drift of sepia tinted memories
Caught in the gutters and under pots
As I sweep up those days
A calendar of leaves
Remembering

Now the snow muffles all sound
As it waits out the winter with an icy siege
Slowly numbing the senses
Weighing me down
Into silence

But in my mind a song plays
A breeze of notes in the wind
Warm as a song thrush
In spring sunshine
Wind chimes sing









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