Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Seeded in Snow

Image result for public domain image of clover blooms

Have you walked the upper pasture in the wind,
And counted the nodding clover there,
Each head, a handful of seeds sipping light?
I remember wading through spring snow to cast
Little dark flecks, laughing
As we plunged through the deeper drifts.
How absurd, planting flowers in grayness and cold.
But that is how I trust all things, Love—
Purple and green and sugary scents burst
From the darkest and plainest of nudges,
And the ridiculously joyful act
Of simply beginning.

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