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From one buttercup to the next, from one
Mesmeric moment to the next, last year
I took a photograph of buttercups in my
Garden, and I captured them again same
Time same place this year, season to season
In a flash.
City time, town time, country time, different
Clocks, different rhythms, the buzz of the city
Is not the same as the hum of a town, and the
Quiet heart of the countryside, throbs to a
Quite different regulator altogether.
I've worked in the city and I've worked in a town,
And now I live in the country where slow clocks
Abound. In the country, the earth beneath one's
Snowy feet may conceal a hidden clock if only a
Dandelion one. Snowdrop time, daffodil time, lamb
Time, buttercup time, artichoke time, strawberry
Time and so it goes on. Time is everywhere and
Soon it will be hedge cutting time, harvest time,
Michaelmas time, and dare I say it, Christmas
Time. Country clocks? I love 'em.
© Joseph G Dawson