Windchime

Your pieces dangle, twist, and turn

Their crystal spirals catch the sun

A ray of light refracts to form

A rainbow that compares to none

The secret whispers of the wind

Blow steadfast through your tangled strings

A spinning motion now begins

Just like a pinwheel without wings

Your teardrop pendants intertwine

And mingle in their ballroom dance

Their harmony as they combine

Does fill the air with much romance

You lovely windchime, sing for me

Forever your sweet melody

Reviews

[Ambereen]

love the imagery. A simple windchime you potrayed so well

[Avocations of Amber]

thank you.....there is so much beauty in little things which often go un-notice :)

[Avocations of Amber]

oops...un-noticed...hehe

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the wind-chime too. Take me back to my grandmother's porch. A beautiful poem. I like the photo too. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Jeremiah Medina]

This quite a well spun picture. The imagery is amazing. Intricate description of a simple pleasure. Awesome.

[Ed Hart]

thank you for bringing me into the moment of windchimes and you