Ode to the Wind-chimes

Teak rondelle and hammered copper tubes,

well threaded together creating harmonia;

the chimes hang from the pergola

and over the Pond, ever ready

to sing its song during the seasons...

Sing me a song

this warm summer day

when your elements clash,

metal against wood,

foretelling storms arrival

Sing me a song

this chilly autumn eve

as frost kissed leaves fall

silently weaving a carpet

of forest colours

Sing me a song

this bitter winter night

when your chimes,

frozen dull and hard,

remind me of summer breezes

Sing me a song

this refreshing spring afternoon

with tubes warmed by the sun

and once more I savour

your music of life...

Brake lights

brake lights from the street

illuminate maples leaves,

ablaze in the dark

There is an otherworldly light

when autumn leaves are lit

by vehicle brake lights.

Their colour, even in darkness,

becomes stronger, more vivid,

more alive, even though

they know their demise is near;

hanging on by a thin stem

shivering until that fatal frost

when their own lights

are braked and extinguished.

Autumn Raindrops - Haiku

Autumn Leaves

the gardens summer bower

green leaves from maple, walnut and acacia,

growing into each others branches

have enveloped in autumns embraces

into a pattern of cut lace cloth

with body of umbres sunshine

their outline trimmed against the evening sky.