The Omen

A Poem by Ronda

This is about two four leaf clovers I found on a first date. I thought of tossing him aside... for a moment.

You utter those three words
of love and I scan the ground,

eyes searching for

something of importance

to prophesize this moment

On the mossy dirt,
in a bed of siblings

all similar to the next,
two unique individuals
call to me

Four rounded corners
beautifully symetrical in
jade colored perfection
Spring whispering commands

to its fragile life

One small four-leaf clover

in a sea of uniformity
giving me a promise
of perfection,
rarity and love

I carefully reach down,
pluck it from its earthy home
of welcoming sunshine
and toss it aside
like it never existed