Any comments on this poem?




Fresh Air

The sound of dancing windchimes
tells me there’s good sleeping in store;
delta breezes float
through windows and doors
as they will my dreams tonight.

Coolness is moving through the valley
pushing out all the heavy clouds
of yesterday’s disasters;
the breath of God,
come to restore stars in the night sky
and hang the moon back in place.







I’m looking for a sliding glass patio door to replace mine. I would like it to have a little window or a little opening on the top half of the door, so that I can open the window to let fresh air in without having to open the whole door.
I have searched online, but have had no luck finding this so far.
Thank you.