Quiet stays my afternoon,
laying here in a humdrum blue,
listening to the chimes prattling
and praying for the wind.
Silence when the wind is mute
but the doldrums dashed and gale in slew
the chimes will churn harmonic brew
and encapsulates my afternoon.
Praying for the wind
to come
caress the chimes to chorus
a choir so cherubic
entertains
the dull of day.