even the sundial
loses all track of time
following
the breeze swarm through
our sea of fresh pine needles
Day 25
25 Saturday Apr 2015
Posted in Ancient, Art, Meditation, Muse, Seasons
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Oh, a sundial! That little word “following” is so vibrant here with possible meanings, and I love the sea of pine needles.
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Thanks! It’s not like the sun is giving the sundial anything to do — it has been so cold am gloomy!
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