wind chimes sing to me
from the backyard
this late winter morning
an unseen visitor
breathes life into the inanimate
never
has metal meeting metal
sounded so soothing
the earth exhales
and we behold
tintinnabulation
such beauty
requires a better word
but it escapes me
as beauty
so
often
evades us all.
Not this time.
I simply stop
and
listen.
defying atrophy 
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