Kathy’s niece took these pictures of boomers the other night west of Edmonton. Kathy and I talked about what we saw in the clouds. There is a lot in there and yesterday, as I walked, I understood clouds meaning something different during different seasons of life.
The spring of childhood,
Clouds were homes
Where
My imagined friends
Came to life
Nursery rhymes, fairy tale, cartoons
People lived there.
A voice called: “Hurry home before it rains.”
Spring met summer
Romance arrived
A single rain drop touched us
We scrambled
Holding hands
We discovered shelter
In each other
And laughed: “Let it rain.”
The dog days of summer arrived
I looked up
Storm clouds overhead
Ominous
Please, I need to finish the lawn
Or there goes the BBQ tonight
I hear my voice: “Hurry home before it rains; so much to do.”
In autumn
A safe distance
We view
But, don’t hurry
Clouds
Real places in our imagination
Together, we share
God’s chair, a child’s face, google eyes
It may rain tonight
I hear my voice: “I am here again.”
Great text, staggering images of the clouds. A marvelous post.
Thank you on all counts and for stopping by.
Amen to this!
Thank you Rosalie.
All of this, prose and photos, really beautiful!
Thank you Cindy. I appreciate the looking back into the summer posts.
Very Beautiful – very evocative! Thanks!
Cheers! Tomas
Thank you Tomas for looking at an older post. It is much appreciated.
Beautifully written and photographed. KUDOS, Ivon!
Yes, Kathy’s niece provided some great pictures. Thank you for the re-blog Bette.
Reblogged this on 4writersandreaders and commented:
Simply sensational pictures, beautifully captured in Ivon Prefontaine’s poetry!
Great post. Excellent seasons clouds photos. Poem Laudable really.
Yes, Kathy’s niece was able to take some great pictures that day and I am grateful she let me share them with others along with my thoughts of what they meant to me.
Just got the iphone yesterday & before I read your post the first thing that came to mind was the icloud feature! Anyway, your post brought back fond memories for me. My son & I used to lay in our backyard and stare at the clouds trying to “see” shapes. Great pictures-talented niece!
I am glad it reminded you of good times. I am fortunate to have received the pictures. They are beautiful and inspirational.