The Gift Horse

[Johntee]

Straight laid the shadows run.
Clocks reset we meet BST
Halfway to perihelion
Riding a thermal
Gulls fly circles
And all the while
The beaming sun
Reminds that a gift given too
Freely may carry a curse of its own.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Ah so...I like this take on the recent time-play theater. It's creative, melodic, and wise. Nicely done.