Saturday, April 19, 2008

Windchimes

The hollow, distant, metallic ring of a windchime.

Just that, and the carpet melts away beneath my feet, and it’s weathered, brick-red planks of a deck, and the great green maple tree, charcoal and freshly cut grass on the breeze, the glint of sunlight on water through the leaves, the rushing of wind, and the flutter of wings by an orange hummingbird feeder.