Beneath The Dial Poem by james watkin
Beneath The Dial
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Taking lengthy cognizance
Of which seasonal
Series of changes
Picture each day, dial-like
Sky-glassed as over
Sun-budded and fair, for bare
And bleak exchanges
There's no misreading by ear!
What's housed for Time's works
Themselves that go round
Beneath! Process, breathtaking.
In all its parts neat.
Cog; mainspring. By autumn grates!
Winter, has unwound!
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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