Kaleidoscope ( edited today )

  
         
           'Your sons and daughters will prophesy,              
               your old men dream dreams,              
               your young men will see visions.'        
                    (Joel Chapter 2 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.