I thought I would share a poem of mine with you today, anticipating the release of my poetry book Songs from the Small Hours, and celebrating the turn of the seasons. (Fall is coming!)
Like Chimes in the Wind
Then autumn took hold
as bloodlessly as rain from off the eaves
a still morning broke
the circulation changed inside the leaves
Like chimes in the wind
Like yellow warblers dancing in the light
Like voices through fog
Like hidden thrushes singing in the night
The taste of the air
Was like a stream from deep inside the rocks
And in every tree
The nervous feathers gathered into flocks
And then came the hush
Of wonder at the blue behind the gray
And smoke on the breeze
And as you breathe it in, it fades away
Like chimes on the wind
