Along the east-side where the fae may roam

outside my bedroom window is where the latest have grown

 

shrooms have sprouted

where faerie feet have stepped

today a four leaf clover

with a couple daisies in my midst

 

if not for the prompt,

they may have been missed

 

vast varieties of shapes and colors

they’ve always catch my glimpse

 

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon