A stained glass rendition of the madonna and child at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC launches a jazz meditation on the meaning of Christmas and getting outside yourself. Our final blog before the holidays and a short break -- wishing all of you a wonderful season of cheer with loved ones far and near. Photos and commentary at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Little clover
Leaves upon your head,
how we miss you when we dread
our last best hope.
Little clover --
won't you please roll over
without a grave
and tell us merrily
some thankful thought
that we can save until tomorrow comes.
Clover, clover --
we've asked your mother
where you've gone but she
said ask your father's best friend.
Love, I fear, is a fear
that's painted red.
Clover, soothe yourself --
ease, ease the time.
Your mother's here for you.
Now ease the time.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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