If I should become the sound of wind chimes,
The wind chime music on the porches of summer afternoons,
Describing the movements of a sunflower breeze
And the wakes of the hulls of the ships of the clouds,
What song would I sing to the listeners,
The listeners watching the bluebirds on the wing
In the thousands of back yard gardens
Traversed in one, single, soft breath of wind
Turning the tails of the rooster weathervanes
And turning the tails of the rooster weathervanes again
Until the rooster tails turn the sky into the colors
Of the fading rose of September twilights
If I should become the sound of wind chimes,
I would ring each time a star appeared
Echoing in the wide emptiness of the skies
And echoing in the wide emptiness of the skies
Until there was nothing left but the wind
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Author Notes
This is another in my series of wind poems, along with In The Wind's Imaginations and Wind on Wind. I tried to capture the sense of the turning tails of the rooster weather vanes, the sound of the wind chimes, and the upbeat moment of experiencing the beauty and the freedom and the expanse of nature. I suppose what is really beautiful about it is the expanse, and then the ending, where you just drift away into the Spirit. estory
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