In Clover, Missoula, Montana

“…I but seem to see the fluent plain

Rise toward a rain of clover-blooms, as lakes

Pout gentle mounds of plashment up to meet

Big shower-drops. Now the little winds, as bees,

Bowing the blooms come wandering where I lie

Mixt soul and body with the clover-tufts…”

-From “Clover – Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats”, by SidneyLanier (1842-1881)

Clover Revery, Missoula, Montana

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee,

And revery.

The revery alone will do,

If bees are few.”

― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems