The wind speaks to me
through bells,chimes and gongs
that the trees in the garden hold up
with their outstretched serving arms
On a cold and windy day
the dissonance
of the wind moving through
the bare branches
is felt not heard
and all I can do is move the hair in my face
behind my ears
Dear Suz, Wind chimes always make such a haunting melody, creating a quite magical atmosphere in the garden.
ReplyDeleteI love the personification of the trees in your poem. I too felt the wind in my hair!
Hi Edith...I love summer wind the best
ReplyDeleteI think of things hanging in my trees as adornments for them..my tress wearing jewelry
You have some beautiful wind chimes.
ReplyDeleteI also love mine which are made locally and guaranteed to last a 100 plus years. Funny warranty but he stands behind it 100%.
They are tuned to the sound of "c"
Love your poem, Suz. The last few lines made me smile.
ReplyDeleteWitch..post his address so I may send for some ?
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