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A gift to myself of wind chimes

I put them up today

three different sounds are out on the porch,

singing three melodic songs in the warming breeze.

One is high with tinkling sounds,

the other is a glass percussion menagerie

of fish mingling in an icy cooling sound,

the sun shining through makes them bright blue.

The low bass notes of the largest chime resound,

grounding the melody.

Each one has its own voice

to start the season; they have different feelings,

but together they have harmony to calm my heart.

The air feels gentler now,

So different from the howling blast of winter

I welcome spring as I hang the wind chimes.

Despite the sound of motorcycles next door,

barking dogs, trucks with air brakes rumbling—

I like to sit in the quiet as the sun goes down and listen

as the breeze plays the chimes.

The setting sun casts long golden pools,

and every note from the chimes feels like a reminder

of peace after the noise fades,

echoing the renewal of the season.




By Diane E. Dockum

©April 9, 2026