Oh To Be Something Like A Cloud

oh to be something like a cloud
huffed Winnie the Pooh
sensing bee trouble

or a pale balloon in a summer sky
with nobody nobody wondering why
you're not here with us

on the ground?
we finished the stories and
started again

believing the pictures
of let's pretend
while the teddy bears hummed along.

and this was this is, will you be
my song? whispered Winnie the Pooh
and we said yes and never no

in pink sunshine in orange moon glow
and counted our dolls and on Christmas snow
and buttered our bread and also our foes

and who knows where the summer goes
we said in scarlet September.

mary angela douglas 25 july 2015