Kaleidoscope

         
           'Your sons and daughters will prophesy,          
               your old men dream dreams,          
               your young men will see visions.'    
                    (Joel Ch2 v 28)         
         
I saw the future from the stile          
as of many days before,          
every day I lean and learn          
clouds disperse,congregate          
as yesterday and tomorrow.          
The field so wet a month ago          
now dry as dust,the corn green          
newly grown six weeks late          
shivering in April showers,          
winter seems lothe to leave          
wishing to share the summer sun,          
why should he not?          
He gave us snow and frost          
rain to fill the aquifers          
ash trees sleeping with the mouse          
as childrens' sledges slid and slide.          
The future I see hemmed by hedges          
cosy safe robin's nest and blackthorn          
a narrow view no more than tomorrow          
far enough,the rest but dreaming.          
There are dreams enough to haunt          
all in the past,passing joys          
kaleidoscopic,changing in unsteady hands          
never repeated in their legions,          
a childrens toy to teach us dreaming.          
Now I lean the stile other dreams          
to fade as did those patterns          
yet memory,a twin to dreams          
confirms my thoughts          
watching clouds disperse          
leaning on the stile          
as of many days before.