Wind Chimes

Soft whispers of wind play a harmony that chimes
Through the quiet of morning seeking rhymes
That will never be captured in what I might write
Nor the glorious colors painted by sunlight
Yet I, in my humanness, cannot help but try
To capture such beauty that leaves me with a sigh
Of contentment; a red-shouldered hawk cries above
Filling me with feelings I can only call love
As it ripples outward to all those who I know
Hoping that this peaceful love finds a place to grow

Suzanne