Spring was my mama’s favorite season. She loved gardening, whether it involved vegetables or ornamentals, and when one visited, spring, summer, or fall, outside among the growing things was where one would likely find her. Her front porch sported a multitude of wind chimes, and when I hear mine (on my back porch) “tinkling in the wind,” I think of her. This one is for you, Mama.
March chimes tinkle in the wind, Telling me spring is on the way, Chasing away dark winter days. And I wonder where the wind has been. Unlike winter, spring sports a grin. Yellow-bold, bright and warm and gay. March chimes tinkle in the wind, Telling me spring is on the way. Sometimes brash, chimes dance, drunk on gin. Or perhaps weed entered the fray. Drunk or high or merry, who’s to say? They jump and jingle as they spin— March chimes tinkle in the wind, Telling me spring is on the way. ©2021 KT Workman
(Note: Originating in French lyrical poetry of the 14th century, a rondel poem is a fixed form of verse based on two rhyme sounds and consisting usually of 14 lines divided into three stanzas. The first two lines of the 1st stanza are repeated as the refrain of the 2nd and 3rd stanzas. The meter is open, but usually has eight syllables per line. Rhyme scheme: A-B-b-a, a-b-A-B, a-b-b-a-A-(B)—capital letters represent lines repeated verbatim.)