Four-Leaved Clover

gh4gggWritten: Maxima

Four-Leaved Clover

The smell of
White shirts
Spreads across the hayloft,
Under cover of darkness
Loving hearts burn with fire…
Time passes,
Kisses swarm,
Ploughs till
Deep furrows…
Fragrant grasses
Rustle, drift,
Prick…
Tender sighs fade away,
Fingers ruffle hair,
Peeping moon kisses bare feet…
As the morning dawns
And roosters begin to crow
When the sun rises over the streets
Lovers, hidden in the shade of a willow
Look for four-leaved clovers again…

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3 thoughts on “Four-Leaved Clover

  1. Aquileana February 6, 2014 at 14:24 Reply

    Very beautiful poem Maxima . I bet that four leaved clover will bring you luck …

    I love these images;
    tender sighs, the morning dawn, roosters crowing and lovers hidden in the shades as the search for four leaved clovers starts again 😉

    Hugs from Aquileana 🙂

  2. penpusherpen February 5, 2014 at 17:51 Reply

    ah, those four-leaved-clovers, Stefan, bring such joy when found. xPenx

  3. Esther February 4, 2014 at 19:56 Reply

    Always beautiful.

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