Adore

 

In very little wind today
porch chimes sing and sway.
I glance to see stilled branches.
How do these chimes play?

In very little wind today
porch chimes chant and dance.
I turn to view trees silenced.
How’s all this? Happening by chance?

There’s magic in mere rhythms;
soul’s chorus resounds once more.
In very little wind today
there’s music I adore.

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