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…