Clover of Four

(for my mother who would have turned 85 today)

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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.

12 thoughts on “Clover of Four

  1. 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 🙂

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