Winters Stall
Winters Stall
Written: by Tom Wright
10-18-2019
Silently shifting directions,
Migrant winds arrived without an entry pass,
dispensing a dose of shivers.
Wind chimes become agitated, and chatter on our patio,
disrupting the stillness and hindering my thought process.
Leaving me consumed by haunts of another time,
When I was “as confused as a goat on Astroturf”
unable to determine “if I’d found a rope or lost my mule”
Chimes are supposed to sound like Amazing Grace,
but always they’re just velvety noise.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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