In Clover Green
In clover green we lay, our eyes on a bouquet
of white and wooly flowers, heaven's grand display.
As each bud drifted by, as if to make us sigh,
they changed into a downy heart in azure sky -
the perfect prelude to romance that new March day.
Consumed by passion play; our hair in disarray,
we heard above us in the tree a squawking jay.
He seemed to want to split us up; we'd not comply!
In clover green we lay.
We felt like children savoring a sweet parfait,
who linger in that special place they want to stay.
We pledged a love that no one ever could defy
and never questioned what would be should springtime die.
Inhaling scent of heather and each blossomed spray,
in clover green we lay.
For PD's Any GREEN theme Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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