Clover carpet at my feet
Curls between my naked toes
Greener than an emerald
Stolen from its earthy bed
Pick and pluck
Four leaves for luck
Tell me that
He loves me now
Puddles shaped like footprints bare
Stained by rain remain
Wildflowers wilt to weathered weeds
Two lucky leaves lie on the ground
A pocketful of fading green
Telling me
He loves me not Luck is like a blooming bud
When it’s sweet and leaves are green
A ripened kiss
On summer nights
A dance beneath the solemn stars
Three leaves are plucked
He loves me now
One more leaf for luck
Falling leaves
He loves me not
The smell of rain is close
Muddy footprints wander off
Emeralds sleep in earthy beds
Green as fields of clover buds
That whisper in my summer dreams
Telling me that love grows wild
And luck lives longer left unplucked
Pam Impson lives in El Cajon, CA and works for a nonprofit organization. In her spare time, she reads and writes poetry and frequently attended dances and live concerts prior to Covid. Pam's greatest pleasure is hanging out with her granddaughters and learning about the world from their perspective.
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