The Tinkling Sound
When I first stepped outside today
before afternoon had hardly begun
I heard a faint and tinkling sound
so strangely nearby I could not tell
from which direction it had come.
It wasn’t music I’d heard before.
It puzzled me. I stopped and sighed
A cricket’s whine? A coming shower?
Or was it bees buzzing among the flowers?
No, just the morning crying as it died.
