A velvet leaf of clover; green
As vivid grass
Is blowing in an
Apricot breeze
Near a stream
Of pollinated hay.
Luck is long as a drifting current
In the water
And the clover
Is a brooch
Near a felt sky.
©Jack Aylward
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
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