The glory
And the peace
Of a silver summer morning
Mackerel sky
A gentle breeze
Swallows flying
Low on the meadow.
Two clover blooms
Lilac and white
Fragile
On thin spindles
Standing proud
Together and small
Too beautiful for the grazing
And lucky with the blades
of the midsummer mow
So many reasons to fade away
So many reasons to grow.
#CoSopoetry