sheltered from
the gentle rain
falling thru
zigzaggy leaves
of the black walnut tree
out here
within the in-between
of broken things
have come
new dreams
refreshed
from the journey
and this place
of my own
creation
the spirit
sings
awaiting on
the wind
to kiss my chimes
as i
say goodbye
to past
desire
inspired
by solitude
a sacred
place
to call my own
where
i can
be
cleansed
of all
the silly things
i left
unsaid
done,
gone
with the wind.