Praying For the Wind

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.