Sundial Wisdom

I only tell of sunny hours When the Sun bows to bestow me powers Casting shadow my finger I point From past to future I serve as the joint. I move as time turns its pages Admiring the beautiful world as it ages Dancing with the Sun that gives me life I, the Sundial is true as his wife. So when the Sun sets I sleep The day's secrets to my purse I keep With his touch I wake again to tell Another story of a magical spell. The magic of time and its passing- An hour runs like it's chasing; I wave when the Sun smiles down And rest as the Moon wears its crown. So learn to value your days For my hand flees with Sun's rays. [Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward Feb. 8, 2019]