The Sound of Words

I love to hear
the mourning dove's sweet wake up call outside my window,
the clink of a spoon in a mug,
the wind composing new melodies on the wind chime in the backyard,
the whine of a dog as his master leaves,
the steady rhythm of the jogger's feet,
the constant in and out of his breath,
the lapping of small waves on a sun-sparkling lake,
the whisper of the wind through the trees,
the crunch of dry leaves under old boots,
the crackling of the fireplace,
and the creak of an old recliner leaning back.