In the still of Sunday,
I hear the tick of clocks,
Reminding me that time has been reset,
Back to the older hour.
Daylight saving is no more.
I am released to spend my thrift with time.
Like so, with flowers and verse…..
White on White
Roads (an excerpt)
by New Zealand poet, Ruth Dallas (1919-2008)
Once it was difficult to keep to roads,
Ditches harboured nameless flowers, and sometimes
There were frogs and tadpoles in cold ponds.
Nowhere. The roads led nowhere then, and time
Was safely shut inside the clock at home.
Now to put time back inside the clock,
Now to be able to forget the signposts,
To rediscover pond and nameless flower.
from An Anthology of New Zealand Verse, Selected by Robert Chapman and Jonathan Bennett, published by Oxford University Press, 1956, purchased from St Christopher’s new Dove Bookshop near St Paul’s on Harewood Road.