Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Wind Chimes In The Morning


Drinking my coffee,
Under my elms,
On a humid,
Valley morning,
And I heard an angel sing.

The Titmouse and two finches
Looked up from
The water bowl.
They heard it too.

And they looked
To the sky,
Past the low hanging
Early morning clouds.

I looked at the
Three wind chimes
Hanging atound me.

Still
No breeze.
A golden ray of sun
Blinded me
And the sound
Came again.

The tiny birds
Fluttered above the water
A bit,
And flew into
The trees.

No breeze yet
But
The wind chimes sing
Without the wind
On a humid valley morning.

5/27/14
ALTON TEXAS

Submitted: Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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