Cosanti Bell

When the wind blows here,
On the edge of the world,
And it does,
Quite often,
And fiercely.
I am comforted,
Reminded,
Happily of home,
By the ringing of bells,
So sweetly.

Out on our patio,
A bronze chime hangs,
A gift,
From a thoughtful sister.
Housewarming,
For a house long gone;
Oh, Arizona,
We've missed her!

But with all these breezes,
That little bronze bell,
Sings out often,
Each day,
And each night.
From Paradise Valley,
To the edge of the world,
It makes all our days,
Happy and bright.

3-13-19