The Wisdom of a Sundial
I only tell of sunny hours...
orange light upon the flowers.
In morning mist, the light I kiss;
Crunching numbers I persist.
Each hour of the turning Earth;
another offspring, I see birthed.
Though for granted, they take me;
I daily help them plan their days;
as I bask in sunlight’s rays.
My gnomon’s style casts shadow, wide;
revealing hour of day’s, my pride
My dial plate’s sporting curves and lines;
show latitude and longitude; hey, that rhymes!
You’ll see me in a garden path;
I’ll be there daily, doing math.
My declination lines will tell,
what day it is though, I ring no knell.
2-1-19
For:“Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest”
sponsored by: Julia Ward
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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