A Sundial's Purpose
I only tell of Sunny hours...
I have a quiet routine on cloudy days,
I tighten up and bide with Time, inside,
Sip tea and wait until the clouds that hide
Are blown off into infinity; bright rays
Then show the shadow’s tell upon my dial.
I have, oft, bid Time stop, for Love’s sweet sake...
He says he cannot do it, but for a while
He slows it... thus Lovers their sweet while take
And, secret, bask beneath a welcome Sun...
And loll and take a nap upon the grass...
Meanwhile, I raise my mighty fist of brass
And shout the time (quietly) ‘til day is done.
O! Once a month, I bless the faithful moon,
Who lights the time, while fairies play their tune.
Written On: 2/4/2019
Submitted For: Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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