Best Red Clover Poems

Spring Whimsy

winter packs his trunk
 full of icy fleece and flakes ~
  going south for spring

spring unpacks her bags 
 rolls out green hills with poppies ~
 mustard carpets glens 

vernal daylight sighs
 sheds a winter overcoat ~
  nature somersaults

sassy daffodils
 troubadours of...

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THE NATURE OF THINGS

THE NATURE OF THINGS

Birds ATE Worms,
Worms tilled Soil,
Frogs ATE Flies,
Bees Made Honey,
Fish ATE Worms,
People ATE Fish,
Cats ATE Fish
Butterflies and bees
Pollinated.
Grass Grew, and the
Dandelions flew
al around' all around'
and Were Welcomed,
Life was simple back then.
Praying Mantis fought.
Snails made slime.

And the green grass
Still grew sublime
The...

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Eight months ago, a white coffin was carried out
                  Four men in black suits ... not a shadow of a doubt
       ...

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The tea I use was born in Canada.
Holistic doctors told me of its name.
This strange concoction does a lot of good
with curing cancer its main claim to fame.

A nurse and doctor took its formula
and bettered it. Of that, there is no doubt.
The herb most vital...

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As the lilacs  swayed in the summer breeze
a monarch  floated by with fluttering ease
he landed quite softly with a regal kiss
the lilacs were   now in a crown of bliss

He then went  over to the red  clover
joined by a swallowtail,...

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Bumble bee on
the move, from
flower to flower,
seeing red clover,
it stops for a while.

Humming it's way
    around this
nature palace
so free, to take
pollen back to
     hive.

Nectar so enchanting
to draw each one
to the colorful flowers
in the fresh outdoors.

Knowing that
all flowers would
soon...

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Time. Marches on;
tasting the blood of hikers,
   who would not-
   reach the summit.

          *

   Red clover.
I walk under the black
   moon to light-
     the...

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Pass the field of red clover
Down the hill sown in fescue
Hides a winding, lazy brook mother
Protecting her young aquatic few

The tall paper birch shades and hides my lover
The lover's tryst, passionate desires coo
Pass the field of red clover
Down the hill sown in fescue

Come away with...

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DAISY CHAINS
Chains of daisies evoke memories,
of H G Wells's Ladies Chatterley lover.
Of me out in the fields with my beloved.
O happy days, making daisy chains.

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RED CLOVER CHAINS
Chains of red clover evoke memories,
of we as a loving family, pinic days,
down woodland glades, wildflower meadows.
O happy days,...

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Fields of red clover
Smoky misty morn of azure
The deep violet-indigo night
Pierced by dawns new sunrise
Light
The still waters and smooth
Stones
His nature is forgiveness
Eyes of transparent kindness...

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Through the elements of fear in faith
you become vulnerable to conversing legends.
The reclining god was stolen from the temple
for a weeping skull.

Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes
in a terracotta urn were not involved
of a body disrobed. A prosaic

flight...

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I am the runner.
I glide down the street with ease,
elbows slightly bent, 
arms swinging rhythmically.
I nod and smile at neighbours 
as they admire my even stride.
My legs, long and slim,
strong but not overly muscled,
pump up and down.
Smooth, tanned skin glows 
with the exertion.
Sockless feet, 
clad...

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Through the elements of fear in faith
you become vulnerable to conversing legends.
The reclining god was stolen from the temple
for a weeping skull.

Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes
in a terracotta urn were not involved
of a body disrobed. A prosaic

flight...

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I deep-sixed toys, games, a bed and a picture book
Our font porch now has a much more organized look
In May I kept hundreds of junk I did not need
Crayolas, pinwheels, and blue petunia seed

Weirdly thinking I might someday need this or that
bent clarinet, torn photo...

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Morning dew in my newly bloomed red clover cloak
A warm breeze kissing my cheek
I want to bathe in the sunshine
This creature that I am
tasting the first sweets of spring
I want to hide away in the moss growing beneath my feet
To grow up into the branches...

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