my mother loved wind chimes.
the colorful, glass ‘Japanese’ kind,
of 60 years ago.
decorating the sun porch,
the Texas breeze
stirring them all summer.

i love wind chimes.
a large set
hung to catch
the north-south breeze,
my favorite.

in winter
they play
a crisp melody,
sharp like the day.
in summer
a gentle melody,
soft like the day.

wind chimes,
my mother’s voice
saying:
i miss you
i love you
you’ll be fine.