Clover at Twilight

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.

 


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  • #1

    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. �

  • #2

    Diana Studer (Monday, 01 June 2020 17:06)

    all the absent stars of evening
    sprinkled round my feet

    How beautiful is that image!