David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Sonnet 46: Time’s Hour Glass Has Spun Another Year


Time’s hour glass has spun another year
And Time has passed quickly through its main arc
The anniversary of our Love dear
Starts the day with Love walking in the park.
Hand in hand we walk smiling at all folk
Our friends communicate their good wishes
The day goes gently, work an easy yoke
Then go out for our favourite dishes.
The Harvester Inn my love I do take
Eating her favourite meal, stuffed mushroom
Whilst a glass of ale I now do partake
And thoughts of the day when we were bride and groom.
Another anniversary shines bright
Another year of Love’s wondrous might.

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013

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