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 loathe 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 children's 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.