Sundial …

Sunlight and shadows intertwined ..

sunlight’s shadow was passing the time

on the old stone-wall and grey sundial.

Still moments of memory clung like moss,

imbuing the hours with a faint sense of loss

as of old oaks at last leaf-fall,

gnarled trees bare of leaves that yearned for the Spring

when buds would appear like fresh hopes blossoming.

I hear echoes …

the clang of the plough of an earlier time

when iron struck flint;

the jingle of brass on browband and harness;

hooves strained in furrows of mud ..

effort and sweat in the steep incline.

Yet, then as now, as a missel-thrush sang;

green blades of grass would thrust through the snow,

blackthorn would flower with white coronets

in the threadbare hedgerow.

Above baked earth or flood skylarks ascended;

Under blue skies poppies in cornfields

would be Monet blended ..

and when the moon of the harvest hung bright as the sun

glinting on sheaves,

the old trees would soon meet Autumn again

with the imperceptible rustle

of first falling leaves.

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2 Responses to Sundial …

  1. JM says:

    A sundial is a wee marvel, I think, Marya, because it is not a machine (like a watch) that clumsily strives to imitate Time ; but it is a witness to Time, so that I half wish it had a memory, perhaps other than the invading moss. But then, perhaps it does ….

    And Time is the great unifier, isn’t it? Thus, you can begin by contemplating a sundial and, before you know it, you’re borne on to the flowers, the stars, the plough and all things in their season.

    • atomsofstars says:

      Yes, it is, Jamie … but highly impractical in our climate usually 🙂 This one is on the wall of the village church of St.Rumon, in the lovely village of Ruan Lanihorne. Only the tower remains from the original church dated 1321 .. the rest has been restored over the centuries.
      The ‘great unifier’ .. yes, I like that thought … there is a time ; there is a season ..
      ‘One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.’

      The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

      The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

      All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.’

      ps,
      ( I expect Coleridge is calling by now 🙂 )

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