(for my mother who would have turned 85 today)
Betwixt the primal automn air
I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves
that tumble to content despair
I never knew how she could spy
a fourleaved clover in the grass; but when she left to join the clouds
her mistery fell on bristly rye
I try to pierce the muddled mist
and call upon creation to keep the promise that she’d made
to find me in a secret tryst
It seems a search to no avail
I hunt, inspect and comb the green; perhaps there is no greater scheme
she left to leave nor sign or trail
But there’s a pause, a halt in time
a gust of everafter scent; and there before my watery eyes
clovers of four and five sublime.
Eva van Beek 
Very nicely done.
Thank you!
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LUCKY WE ARE TO READ EVA VAN BEEK!!!! 🙂
Thanks Jonathan! Lucky me! You reblogged it 🙂
And it was worth every syllable!
sometimes I miss the “Like”-button for commentaries, thanks Jonathan!
I still had it….for this reply. So many changes!!!!! Merry Christmas (sure hope it is for you and yours)!
thank you and the same to you and yours!
What a beautiful tribute to your Mom. I think she was your four leaf clover, found and cherished.
thanks oh we had our good and bad times, but at the end with the wiseness of years of both of us, there came understanding 🙂
But there’s a pause, a halt in time
a gust of everafter scent; and there before my watery eyes
clovers of four and five sublime.
How wonderful is love expressed.
yes and thanky ou Jim! The truth is, I have never found a clover of four in my entire life so far- but that day when I begged my mum to show me how she did it when I was a child, I found one, and have been finding more ever since…not even particularly looking…don’t know what it means, but maybe as you said it is just about love 🙂