Wind Chimes

by | Sep 3, 2017 | Promise, Redemption, Transition, Vision. | 0 comments

The older I become
the more my years

both past and those
yet to come hang

like wind chimes

for me to pass by.

I am the breeze
they anticipate

my passage a billowing

against their
calendared surface

moving, making the music
of life,                                                                                                         the sound of
passage and passing.


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