Sundial Poems - Poems about Sundial

Sundial Huitain

With flames our story has begun,
my eyes are blinded by your smile;
Our love was painted in the Sun;
I have not felt this for a while,
maybe this time I’m not on trial;
Was it fate or the time of day? 
Oh, serendipitous sundial! 
I’m in awe of the game in play.

Sundial

man tries playing tag with God
God moves at the speed of light
man strolls along sundial time

Watching Time

** Watching Time **



From all analog to any
Digitally shown markings
Of humanity’s invented 
Way to watch over Light
— passing or coming —
Time…

In less than a breath,
So, so many ways our anxious
Noting of hours may be halted:
By accidents or by
The Will of Heaven!

Remember ever seelng those once 
“Must-be-shown” to the garden’s
visitors? — Those unique,
Stone, short, column-standing 
Sundials,

Emagi a Sundial

William Soutar 'A SUNDIAL'

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What Is a Sundial In the Shade

*Image of Sundial Lawn Landscape by Pixabay.

What is a sundial in the shade?

"What is a sundial in the shade?"
use your gifts and be not afraid,
let your light so shine before men,
and share to all your waking ken,
all simple minds can see the hill,
yet, few whose beacon shines their skill,
ignorance ain't so much a shame,
to be

Sundial and Sandclock

SUN DIAL and SAND CLOCK

        Sand clock or an hour- glass:
        A device of two bulbs with small slit at the junction,
        sand dusts to pass 
      
 

The Sundial

Sundial
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambrel brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast cairn
Eagerly I looked for the lintel

I have dreamed of the clocks
Eagerly I looked for the masonry
It was heterodox
Somewhat louder than the freemasonry
Back into my memories rewinding
And the clapboards never machining

Deep into that darkness watching
Still is notching, still is notching
The graves

Sundial Wisdom

As the sun touches my dial
Warmth becomes me in daylight while
At night I sleep and do not have the time
For the suns smile helps me with time

As this bright light moves around 
Shade tells me the time
My dial is tall and does not move
Yet rotates with the earth around and around

When the clouds above cover

The Wisdom of the Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours...
for they are all I know.
To speak of winds, I would be vain
to guess which way they blow.

I will not try to gauge the rain.
How silly would I look!
The tides? the moon? to plant, or not?
Best check the farmer's book.

          

My Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours...
For I have found a new direction.
Like the sun shinning on a sundial,
hope follows me whence I travel. 
For its not what life owes me, its what
I owe life.

I've learn that happiness is a direction
and not a place which I travel with hope
along a road which I have made. My

Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours while expemplifying gardens in full bloom
a magnet for songing birds that flute and flit  I am none other then
a telling wand with hints of shadow from a sunburst sunny day  

Concentric circles I do make by an energy powered bloom  
my happiest hours are spent in

The Happy Sundial

The Happy Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours...
My face is never dark or dour.
I make a point of sunlight’s cast 
and smile to see the shadows pass.

I only tell of joyful hours....
Love springtime days with pretty flowers.
I keep my face turned to the sky....
The bright sunlight shines in my eye.

I only know of happy times,
latitude

Solar Secrets

I only tell of sunny hours ...
Although dark shadows cast their gloom.
My prototype in ancient times
Stood guard outside a Pharaoh's tomb.
                                  

Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours...
          While quartering each day
               In shaded lines or angles
     To point the passing way

Thus tireless in my duties
    

I Am a Proud Greek Sundial

I AM A PROUD GREEK SUNDIAL

I only tell of sunny hours historically,
And go back to when I was built, 
Fifty years before Christ was born,
Have been renovated and rebuilt!

My name is Tower of the Winds,
I live in Agora, Athens Greece,
I live at the summit, on top,
Tell time and season, quite an eyepiece

Lord Elgin attempted to

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