The Scent of Clover

Send us Fan MailCloverThe scent  of evening clover, soft, upon the evening airs, summer closing gracefully, the day hushed, the night falling swiftly, upon the terrace stairsfor thereare lights, and laughterhere, the tinkling of glassesthe afterglow paling as twilight gently,slowly fallsshadows lengthen,stars whispersilence, silence,as a last blackbirdscurries and across the garden callsAnd it’s  beautiful this night,the first of seasons SeptemberrisingOrion, highabove the edges of a sleeping slumbering world so stepping deeperinto the garden, under a flood of constellation skies,I stood awhile and listened rememberingweeping softly how time and wings of passinghad taken youdear August from the summer of my morning [email protected]