clover... white and pink
Think of me, when the sun is just waking--
drying up the night's sweet dreams
too soon off it's bed of grass
Think of me, when the sun is high--
burning creases in the foreheads of men working in the fields
and drops of sweat down the deep folds of women doing laundry.
Think of me, when the sun is setting--
it's work done for the day
tallying up everything it has done on some magical list
for the moon to read at night...
But please, think of me.
(in the Language of Flowers, clover... pink and white... means "think of me"...
hence the theme for my random poem for today)