Only silence
in the early hour
of grey October.
Just the guiding ticks
in the early hour
of grey October.
Just the guiding ticks
of unseen clocks
disturb the dawn.
Waiting to greet the
guardian who’ll gently
cease their beat.
One hour of rest
in all the year
as gentle time
adjusts her state,
and dutifully waits
to compensate.
Imagine what great deeds
might be achieved
in this, the absent hour?
What miracles might occur
if folk would stop
and contemplate.
And all too soon
the virtual hour is past.
And who’s to judge
if we employed it well,
and used its spell
to good effect?
For now the clocks,
awakened
tick again.
Accompanying Earth’s
rhythmic pulse
to test our spirits
without fear,
and meet the darker half
of the year.
28th X 2007 (re-worked 17th XI 2024)
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