Erika Wilk
MUSICSCAPE
Through my window rain gives
a splattered view of wind chimes
suspended from a dreary sky
they sway, kissed by icy breath
offering a chorus of sounds
deep, rich, warm tones cause me
to think of woolen blankets
a hidden monastery
deep meditation
whereas lighter notes, clear and bright
bring to mind cleaning a chandelier
a flurry of snowflakes
settles on the chimes
they shiver and hope
not to lose their voices
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