Clouded future

Time was an afterthought 
as the clouds called us to attention, 
demanding we acknowledge 
through misty eyes 
or other fog-soaked facilities 
the half-eaten candy of a pastoral dream 
where rolling grasses trampled 
through an otherwise quiet afternoon.

The half-hidden sun 
implored us to come outside, 
though we misunderstood 
as he went in circles for days, 
refusing to get to the point, 
so we sat inside, anticipation dawning 
with dew-drenched ideas of misadventures
masked by another day’s ascent.


© 2020 | Phillip Knight Scott

Written for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday photo prompt “clouded” #writephoto
Photo by Sue Vincent

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My first collection of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, is available now! https://amzn.to/2uNule7

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