Grandfather Clock

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

~jummyjeenz D.T.