Wind Chimes

November sidles up in a ghastly affair. Soon all is muddled, missing beneath the misting mornings, a hallowed eve on winter's frostbit hearth with ice crackling as the bones of autumn, and the trees shiver as chimes. The sun's false facade a saccharine sweetness, etching warm memories onto frozen hearts. A ghost town, ghost town, echoes in my head. Ghost town, lights down, I'm going, gone away. Watch ye the birds, veering south it seems. A warning? A mirror of nighttime dreams? None, the difference, between raven and writing desk, as night transcends, descends, and November names them now as one.
What is one day's difference? Dreams demarcate the day, a beautiful boundary. A sky so clear, a miracle blue. Oh, those clever birds, pie-wedged and pointed south. What if I might see everything tween the sky and I? Each molecule drifting, whisked and borne on the breeze; each bacteria and virus, dastardly nomads; each seed and fleck of dust, each blue-winged bird, whirligig pod, scarlet leaf - might I join the sacred dance of sky and sweeping wind?
Where art thee in this hallowed hunt so hollow? Into light all things must fall, glad at last to have fallen. (Jane Kenyon). Chime, chime, gallant graceful hills, trees - a valley sings surprise and beckon. Hither come when lost: grassy knolls and evergreens are ever green against the pumpkin patch palette of undecided deciduous leaves, and silver clouds blanket, the rook of heavens folds its wide wings around this earthly egg.
When weary footsteps plod along alone, unfound, follow these ancient trails, snaking along rivers, against mountains, home is where heart leads.
Who is it who asks me to find language for the sound a sheep's hoof makes when it strikes a stone? (Jane Kenyon)
Time approaches, recedes, with whimsy's grace and no trace of solemnity. Regal pretext, no forbearance accords the king of draining moments, seconds seeping from that shattered hourglass. Alice, dear, what's that you dream? If, when, you descend, clasping at roots and stony outcrops, the rabbit hole, I promise, promise, I'll catch you where you fall.

If one hand by yours be clasped, Father
What then is t'other for?
Breath of fire, cloud by light
Beggar me with brilliance, Lord
Blind me with keen sight
Bless, begin, bestow upon
Break beyond a fight