Things Unseen - Sundials

I don't measure my days

in minutes or hours

But in the unfurling of leaves

and the budding of flowers

As I watch the numbers

they slowly dance away

and slip into these moments

that move, skip and sway

Alive and free

they stretch and weave

they pass like spring showers

they pass in a dream

I don't measure time passing

with dates or pages turning

but with the height of nettles

and the geese returning

The hawthorn hedge blooms

and I notice every flower

its fullness whispers summer

on my skin beneath its bower

The screens have turned to windows

their light roaming from my eyes

and the clocks have turned their faces

to watch the clearing skies

For me and for the seeds 

we await the warming sun

to do what we were made for

and slowly come undone

~Kaery