Windchimes at Night

Wind Chimes at Night

The summer night is fragrant in the garden.

In the moonlight I walk about its familiar paths.

I am lost in time these days sometimes it’s today.

Sometimes thirty years ago I never know for sure.

Old age adding to my daily confusions.

I see the rose arbor we loved so much

Your hat and garden gloves on your seat as usual

As though you will be back to use them.

I have an overpowering need to see you again.

I call your name the windchimes jingle

In the night summer breeze.

I look up and see you there by the rose arbor.

So lovely, a basket of flowers on your arm.

You see me and smile telling me

The woodruff is taking over.

The wisteria needs thinning,

and the hollyhocks need stakes.

But all I see

is the center of my small universe.

Shining like the sun

with rays of loving warmth.

Her soft voice mixed in the lilting

melody of the windchimes.

Then as a shadow passes the moon

She melts into the velvet night

I can still breathe

the fragrance of her perfume

It is Gardenia.

The winchimes tinkle again,

As I awake to today again.

 I whisper

I love You Honey