Saturday, November 12, 2016


On most days,
Wind is master of the garden chimes,
a tender or tyrannical
conductor, depending on
his mood.
But today, Wind
is making music elsewhere—
leaving Sun to his own devices.

Now the glass is molten
once again. 
Sun, feeling artisanal
and requiring neither
blowpipe nor fireproof gloves—
simply trained his gaze 
and remade the chimes
in his image.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

Oh my gosh -- I LOVE these!