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