The wind chimes give
the cold air a voice
in an April
reluctant to spring.
The morning birds
sing on
in sparse trees
still budding.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
The wind chimes give
the cold air a voice
in an April
reluctant to spring.
The morning birds
sing on
in sparse trees
still budding.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
Haunting verses, beautiful composition.
LikeLike
Much thanks, Sulekha! ❤
LikeLike
Yes. That’s exactly right.
LikeLike
Thanks, Susan.
LikeLike