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.
