Wind Chimes

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The wind is kicking up a ruckus at our place tonight.
Chimes clangor a din
In the night. She is
Riding the back porch swing. And hosting
A great dance party amongst tree branches,
Excitement builds as winds blow out lights.

She huffed out the power
So intense was her blow that
Dangling chimes, dancers in the dark,
Wondered what had gotten into the air.
Bushes rustling
In a heap
Look up to a cloudless sky.
Thanking the moon for
Shining so bright,
For without her,
Dark is this night.
The wind will not sleep and
Neither will we
So hard is her blow
It shakes even the trees.

No bird or owl dares a peep,
For she is roaring throughout the deep
Forest and on high,
There at each turn
With her roaring mind.
In the sky,
A great moon eye,
Shines white and round and far,
Can not hear the furor of the fields
Blown back by the
Blast.
Mischievous wind carousing the
Night through the town and
Countryside
Slamming unbattened hatches down,
Adding beats to the clamoring chime
Sounds.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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One Response to Wind Chimes

  1. amabear says:

    unbattened hatches is wonderful.

    Liked by 1 person

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