Twilight. And the clover leaves have folded,
All the flowers gleaming white above them,
Waiting for the stars, alike for dawning,
Scented faint of springtime and of honey.
From the earth the darkness rises,
Flows about my feet among the clover;
Overhead the stars are not yet shining,
But below their ageless gleam is mirrored,
Bloom by twilit bloom, across the hillside.
All the slender stems rise up to hold them,
All the rounded leaves lie tight together;
And the blooms lamp quietly the gloaming,
All the absent stars of evening sprinkled
Round my feet to shine among the shadows.
Weather Diary: Overcast; High: 73 F (23 C)/Low: 59 F (15 C); Humidity: 68%-100%
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Cathy (Thursday, 21 May 2020 16:25)
What a beautiful poem Amy. I can imagine that so vividly. Not only a talented craftswoman, gardener and photographer, but a writer too. Thank you for sharing. �
Diana Studer (Monday, 01 June 2020 17:06)
all the absent stars of evening
sprinkled round my feet
How beautiful is that image!
David C. (Saturday, 22 August 2020 12:30)
Much evocative imagery in this post's writing! Including how it's written from a moister place in your much different spring, and before this oddly unforgiving summer in NM.
Sam Jewel (Tuesday, 01 September 2020 04:08)
nice one
Diana Studer (Tuesday, 24 November 2020 03:45)
Hope all is well with you. Peaceful in your new garden.