Intrusion of Thought

Cushioned with green, warmed by the sun Blue sky above, clouds on the run Clovers three, with luck four clusters Sharing laughs and belly busters Pulling grass to make thumb whistles Picking flowers avoiding thistles Grasshoppers jumping blade to blade Soaking up sun, avoiding shade Ladybug, red, on a daisy’s white petal Flies away as the heart back peddles “He loves me” was the last petal plucked “Does he really?” the intrusive thought struck © Debra Squyres