It seems we pass the simple things.
Too low to matter. Too small to hold.
Pause your step and let go this
Lofty state. Your cyclopian view.
Inward where dim lights do flick
And glow with tender strengths is
Where it all begins. Outward reach
To free those binds and grasp the
Edge of a rainbow that paints the sky.
I saw these purple clovers in bloom this weekend. They are small and covered much of the yard, so I decided to try and view them on their own terms.