The Clock (81 Words)
Were I the motion, hammer of the mind
I should by motion my free thought express—
And through the idle moments left in wind
Would meter action to a timed distress.
If in the beating of this burdened heart
Could all my cares be turned and tuned away
Then I would count the second’s ticking part
And to a tick, circumvent each new day.
I like the clear composèd face of time:
Thank God the change of seasons strange, is mine.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Check it out!