From the lakeside deck — Some of my morning writings —

wind chimes ringing
tells all there is to tell
rings of times to come
moments present 
and past dreams
pulled by winds
passed by in stillness
ringing for us all
light dancing across the cove
bursts of wind stars 
floating past me
caught by the light
carried by sky wind
upon these placid waters
and gently ever so gently
carried to shore