Chimes Poem by Toni Atchison

I have two sets of chimes on my porch,
hung there to sing in the wind.
One set of delicate rods,
silver hung from bamboo,
lovely sweet Pan Pipes.
The slightest breeze tickles them,
making them sing and dance-
running a fairy-song up and down the scale.
The other set is more masculine,
six hefty tubes of brass.
No mere breeze moves those
testerosterone chimes,
or ring them in delicate tones.
These are the storm chimes,
ringing out only when the quickening wind
shoves rudly with indelicate hands-
but, oh! the glory in that strike!

6/1/07