Wind Chimes
On wide window, by the meadow, hang outside low,
seven steel rods lined, I could bind, get them designed
as wind chimes that rings rhyme of my lyrical times.
Wind blows free, I listen keenly its melody,
at hued dawn, flowers’ own butterflies flitter on
in the scented air, rippling with flair, the chimes share.
In twilight, the nest in sight, the birds rush in flight,
chimes sing the songs enticing, flowing from their wings.
Sky the clouds drain, chimes ingrain the music of rain,
sublime symphony of harmony beguiles me.
August 5, 2020
Syllable count : 12 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Keen Observation
Sponsor : Funom Makama
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