queen of clover with eyes that pierce
clouds, smile, and soak up life at a dead run;
feet splashed with purple marks, purple violets hidden
in white hollows of adventurous ankles -
you are royally alive & i think
you have a secret name for each ray of sun that hits the water,
you have many secret & very green songs
that you sing, sometimes softly,
in praise to the dandelion-craftsman King.
when from afar i watched you wander the further field
spinning harmony with a winsome wind,
i thought "this is april, queen of clover"
and you are,
though april days will soon be over.
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