A Short Caress In The Wind

The wind played a sonata upon weathered
copper chimes that hung in an ancient tree outside my window.

Birds slumbered and dreamed of songs yet unheard;
sometimes the sun catching and weaving sunset colours within the clouds
like dreams drifting upon old pathways now lost.

One note, yet another,echoed from the melting snow.

Poems torn from grief-stricken branches and floating into streams from
windows of lovers'souls
hovered for just a moment;
for just the length of a sigh that cries without respite.

One short caress from a beam of sunlight flooded an empty house with
life once again.

Ah,

it was but one short caress in the wind
that chased the sound of your laughter to the sea.