SaltwaterJanuary

Wind Chimes

When I sit out in the garden,

I think of peace

I think of grief,

being swept away by the wind

When I wade into the lake,

I think of days

I think of ways,

that we spent the time passed

When I watch the changing trees,

I think of letting go

I think of getting to know,

the knowledge that I kept from myself

When I see the glistening snow,

I think of time

I think of wind chimes,

that I had boxed away till Spring