(Finally, the weather changes; one front muscles out the other, things cool ever-so-slightly, a pre-dawn breeze blows, ushering in a drizzle of rain and setting off the windchime, my favorite alarm clock.)
Ten Ways To See The Windchime
Soft siren. An invitation to return.
Audiobeacon. Lighthouse. Compass rose.
In sunlight it sweetens
the smell of fresh cut hay
after midnight
adds glow to embers
a reliable lullaby
an unpredictable alarm clock
portal between mere morning fog and blesséd dream
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Poets and Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #28
Rain, Like My Heart
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
This is beautiful! I love the idea of a wind chime being a “portal between mere morning fog and blesséd dream.” 😀
I love wind chimes, and your giving it voice captivated me! Great write.
Love the scents and colors of this piece. And the rain, too. I always love the rain.
I love the sound of a wind chime, but I do appreciate them much more when fully awake and not somewhere along the road between wakefulness and sleeping.
I love my wind chime! And love your poem about yours.
I’m enchanted by the concept of a wind chime being a compass rose. Follow the notes wherever they go! 😉
The tinkle chimes through your poem a beautifully sounded poem.
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday Ron
Much💖love
At least someone (thing) talks to us these social distancing times!
Gorgeous poem and that wind chime music is indeed a lulleby
We have some wind chimes as well Haven’t heard them for a while. Guess its a good thing
yes this felt like a lullaby. it has that soothing effect.