Wind Music

I walk out
in the ringing of porch chimes
and the cello hum of power lines.
I walk out in the drum-symphony of rain
head down in a bitter wind.

The camellias began to bloom
at solstice. The crocuses woke
on the shortest day of all--
officially the first day of winter.

In the music of spring I learn
to disbelieve the calendar.

Collection available! Knocking from Inside