Dial Up the Sun
I only tell of sunny hours...
where rays of warmth embrace the flowers
or melt the snow laying upon the lawn;
but these momentary shadows creep quietly soured
casting light between the trees and fawns
while industrious humanity, creation's spawn
is blinded to nature's rhythmic song
and day light slips quickly along.
Sundial wisdom,
the Julia Ward contest 2/11/19
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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