Awakening to the sun’s light

I listen with delight

to wooden wind chimes.

Their music delicate and sweet

has not disturbed my sleep.

Now heres the thing

you can not catch the wind.

It goes where it will

over dale and hill.

As a child it blew

through

our home

whistling in the chimney

as I sat alone

reading many a fable

at our oak table.

The gale inspired no fear

then

and when

I hear

it blowing near

today

I pray

it will blow all this away.