Red Clover Poem by Sonny Rainshine

I’m looking for
red clover.

It used to grow
in profusion by the
highway that ran by
my home when I
was growing up.

Like a crimson
brocade it lined
the way for travelers,
swirling gently
when cars passed by.

It makes me wonder
what else I’m looking for
and don’t know it.
What do I need to see again,
maybe only once more
in my life?

When I find again my red clover,
on the roadside, and I will,
maybe I’ll lie down,
and bathe in its perfume.