Foreshadow

Wonder when the sun will break through these clouds that have entered the skies no longer blue its favorite color. Wonder when these eyes will see through the fog that has obscured the light of the avenue where love is discovered. Wonder when the tree will bear fruits Have I given it enough water enrich the soil enough for strong roots? I see buds have sprung open. And I know the sky has not lost its blue the soul sees even when the fog obscures blooming foreshadows fruition, so it continues what begins in love, never ends. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 08.12.11