Saturday, November 12, 2016

Nature songs

winds blow hard this day
whipped leaves, cut into skin,
with their dried edges

though protected with clothes
duplicated to ward off the chill,
this brisk November day

while wind chimes sing
remembrance of summers
breeze, and I sing along

in sync with Chickadees
who scour the garden
searching for seed

as I seek warmth
to relax the muscles,
and fall into dreamland

soothed into sleep
under feathers of down,
natures songs echo

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