WHEN WIND CHIMES....

Anticipating
a breezy love-laced autumn,
the glum soul frolicked .

Never could define,
but wrote poems and paeans .
Love is so complex.

Day, night, sun and moon.
Love, dislike, self-pride and warmth.
How inevitable !!

Life sails unhindered,

so do I, with my luggage.

Intrigued, unfatigued.

When wind chimes in sync,

when moon shines and stars twinkle,

don't ask, just soak up.