I am wrapped around
In the profound
Silence of the morning.
No birds stir.
And my old clock’s
Steady tick tock
Goes unheard.
Earthly clocks measure hours.
But flowers
Know not time
Yet pervade
All our graves.
While we no not
Clocks and flowers.
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K Morris - Poet 
Impressive and very thoughtful. I love it, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael By the way: Have you heard about the new version of an AI powered guiding dog. I had seen it on BBC News Breakfast show this morning, and it looks like more a floor cleaner. Please stay with Apollo instead.
Thank you, Michael. I’m so pleased you like my poem.
You`re welcome, Kevin! I hope you started a nice week so far. Best wishes, Michael
I like this, Kevin.
Flowers certainly don’t know about time. We’ve a rhododendron that thinks it’s spring. It’s in full flower!
I’m delighted you liked my poem, Vivienne. Thank you for commenting