The Anniversary Clock

The anniversary clock on the window sill  
sparkling in the morning sun.    
Brass globes swing in captive orbit    
since nineteen seventy one, counting    
time's slow passing,flashes on the ceiling    
a glass globe to keep out dust.    
Painted face and Victorian nostalgia.    
Seventeen seventy one a Saturday to recall    
this cold April ,a July day so far away.      
I must find the key rewind the spring,  
another year,to sparkle in the sun.    
In the stillness of the evening      
hear the gentle click, thirty times a minute,    
the spring  twisting to and fro    
 cogs  sychronizing tooth-some unison.  
Skilled  artisans in back street solitude    
cutting teeth and blowing glass.    
Forty years on the window sill,    
brass sparkling in the morning sun.