The Earth Whispers
The earth whispers
in four petals of green
Not one but two clovers
hidden
I pick them both
and smile anew
caught between worlds
magic in their bloom
Familiarity comes
deja vu rustles the page
a sense of knowing
remembering
And I see it
in the hues of coral and pink
So much power in the sunset
And I wait
not knowing
what may come
But these tiny clovers
give me comfort
of hope, of love,
of the other side
Reassurance
I am not alone
Not here
Not there
For the spirit of the earth
is with me
Alive as am I