© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2015
The SSB Drever and I took our morning walk at the park today. It has just enough wildness, excessive manicuring kept at bay, such that its carpet of grass is sprinkled with a confectionary delight of clover. I love the look of clover. I love the smell of it. As a child, for me, it was the perfect bed for dreaming under butter milk blue skies.
Amidst Morning Clover
Humble and gentle, Subtle, whispered summer scent, On childhood thought plays. Sunlit fragrant haze, Clover blossom path beckons
Back to childhood days.