Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours while expemplifying gardens in full bloom a magnet for songing birds that flute and flit I am none other then a telling wand with hints of shadow from a sunburst sunny day Concentric circles I do make by an energy powered bloom my happiest hours are spent in telling time by mystical divine I am a digital sculpture with tile like mirrors that reflect beauty In every corner of the world people are awakening to the morn attached to the surface I own printed numbers that add to infinity I know no other message true, but sundial reads of handle care I move across the sky with subtle moves in peaceful waves using the light of the sun to tell how hour and moments live inside the gardeners beating heart and thriving scented thyme I only tell of sunny hours while feeding up her summer muse and as the sky turns sweet magenta blue I quietly reserve a spot for moon to visit up the flowers of my optimistic telling room . Feb 15, 2019