Nature’s wind chimes are superior!
It ruins the clinking sound of glass.
Heard on those days that the cold comes,
Or when the bitter comes to pass.
There’s a range to hear it composed,
You might sense it out on edge.
Moved by those depths that disclosed,
The thousand three hundred feet alleged.
And in all that obscure coldness,
That is driven by mistrusts,
Is a hymn of fragments singing,
“The shards of water and the gusts”
It’s a hymn of fragments ringing,
Colliding wind and wave and thrusts,
That in an obscure boldness,
The time is spilling all that’s pledged,
Sent by the strengths now exposed,
You might touch a broken edge.
There’s a space to hear it composed,
When the ice, it comes to pass.
Heard on those days that the cold comes,
It spoils all clinking sounds, alas…
Nature’s wind chimes on Lake Superior!