Foreshadow 3: The Weekly Photo Challenge


When we were only children
we’d lay out in the clover
watching as the clouds
rolling, passed over slowly

We’d see sometimes a dragon
or maybe it’d be a horse,
(a sheep was just too banal)
a camel would do of course!

This way the summer’d pass
as we laid out in the grass
our heads up in the clouds
not knowing that with winter
our childhood would be gone.

Now we’ve become those beings,
described by Saint-Exupéry
thinking things of consequence
never looking up at clouds.

We don’t believe in planets,
owned by little princes.
Nor of haunty red roses
defended by glass bells.

And if by chance we do look up
it’s portents that we seek
of storms that are foreshadowed
or the heaven that we seek.

My rhyme it is a solemn song
of childhood’s quick sad passing
unless of course you are like me
and watch the dragons flying!

This post was specifically created for the Word Press Weekly Photo Challenge evoking what foreshadow is to me.