March is the season for clover. It’s popping up on lawns, in fields, everywhere. I love remembering my childhood in clover, sitting with friends and weaving long chains of clover flowers into crowns, necklaces, veils, anything a princess may need. Clover enhanced my play as a child growing up in Mississippi. I can still smell the freshly mown clover.
Kim Douillard wrote on her blog recently that a colleague of hers described haiku as “in one breath.” I love that thought and encourage you to try a breath of a haiku about clover, spring, childhood, whatever comes to mind. Leave a small poem in the comments and write encouraging responses to other writers.
Breath of fresh clover
Margaret Simon, draft
becomes a princess crown in
a field of wonder
Reflections on the Teche 
Your photo is a breath of spring air, Margaret, and your poem brings back memories of my friends and I making flower crowns from clover and dandelions.
Here’s my haiku:
Flower, lawn, or weed?
Clover overtakes the space,
Rabbit salad bar
Jane Heitman Healy, Draft 3/9/22
Jane, I love the image of the rabbit salad bar. It sheds a whole new light on the clovers overtaking my yard.
Love the image of the rabbit.
The rabbit salad bar jumped out to me, too! I always thought of clover as a flower, but my lawn-loving husband sees a weed.
Love “Rabbit salad bar” Jane, the clover flowers attract rabbits to my backyard, thanks!
Thank you all for your responses, and I hope to see some clover soon!
Margaret, I love the lightness and whimsy of your haiku. It speaks to the best parts of childhood. The photo brought back a memory from nearly 30 years ago. My sweet father was visiting, and as we strolled my two baby girls on a neighborhood walk, he became so excited about the little clover blooms. He picked them and took them back to the house. After he left, whenever the girls saw them, they pointed and said, “Paw-Paw’s flowers!”
Dad smiled past the green
Picked blooms for his granddaughters…
Sweet Paw-Paw’s flowers.
That is the sweetest story ever!
Lovely memory!
A precious bouquet, Susan.
I appreciate how you document and explain your process for a slice.
I like the prompt ‘ This photo wants to be a poem’ It’ll make me look at photos differently and think of what they would say.
Love the image of “a field of wonder.” When I was a kid I remember galloping through my backyard on my imaginary horse. I would feed him grass and clover, which to me was hay and sugar cubes.
a pile of sweet grass
with a sprinkling of clover –
treats for pony boy
What fun your imaginary “pony boy!”
Imaginary horses were a prop in my play, too.
What a lucky pony boy and a sweet memory!
Love all these sweet poems… the white flowers sprinkled over the green…the PawPaw… the salad bar…the princess. What a lovely gathering…. here’s mine
I sat and picked through
Counting lobes on the leaves
Did you too?
Your poem is like an invitation to looking for 4 leaf clovers.
Yes, I did. Karen, your poem is a lovely memory for me.
Yes, just in case! Thanks, Karen
Lovely Margaret, “wonder” seems to grow with clover flowers, and both invite whimsy and possibilities!
feather-dust fairies
call come play, dilly-dally
and dream your day…
Michelle Kogan
Love the alliteration of d…
Yes, Michelle, the d’s and the lovely whimsical and lyrical poem is precious.
Oh, I love “feather-dust fairies,” Michelle!
rising over her
lucky garden of leaflets–
clover waits for bees
–Buffy Silverman
Ah, yes the bees aren’t here yet, but they will be soon.
Love the personification of clover here, Buffy.
The promise of spring is held in your poem, Buffy.
Thinking of that princess crown and the taste of honey.
Yes, Margaret, I loved remembering making a crown. “Breath of fresh clover” is lovely.
It’s late but I want to come back to this tomorrow as this has sparked a favorite childhood memory!
clover flowers rain
through the heavens splashing the
earth with brilliance
That’s my kind of storm, Denise!