Grandfather Clock

~Deana J. Tavares

Time rests upon

Low hanging branches

It is its fruits

That we all pluck

Between juniper berries

And robins nests

Our time is neatly tucked

A rose petals

Gentle folds

Can hold many

Of our minutes

Needly pine abysmal skies

Some time gets lost

Within it

Encapsulated inside

Glass-like spheres

Dangling

Upon leafy green slopes

Sliding down ridges

Keeping us afloat

Gently grazing

Translucent wings

Throughout the air it swirls

Around us

All-inclusive

Time’s tendrils

Slowly curl

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