a sundial tells the hours in shadows
slow-winged in flight
as of some exotic butterfly
mercurial, mathematical
moving time onward yet motionless
set in stony stillness on a dayglo lawn
where primulas hold hot candled colours
like an oriental sunrise
of my brief imaginings
Celebrating the 8th anniversary of the dverse poets pub with Grace’s quadrille which is just 44 words about Sun
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