What I Will Tell the Flower
One tiny puff of white clover.
Sure, whole field white with clover,
but I can see just these five
white flowers, this one here
not just an example, but the flower
before me, a miniature lotus.
No other moment for us
like this one. It’s just me and you
here, flower, so I will speak
it now, in a voice overgrown
with clover: what this field always
needed was you, little flower.
No other moment for us like this one. Love! Keep going with those flowers, Hannah. xo
ReplyDeleteoh that's lovely, specially the ending
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