I’ve never found a four-leaf clover yet to wave around as evidence of luck; that’s not to say I feel at all bereft. Still, in patches, my hopeful eyes gets stuck. When hairy clouds leave dandruff on clover it glitters – zirconia - but soft and round. The leaves bedazzle - dainty flakes all over Then individual leaves sweetly resound - I’m glad to leave them glowing in the ground. Written for Laura's dVerse #Novelinee Prompt A Novelinee is a 9 line poem with 10 syllable lines and a strict rhyming structure. It should be in iambic pentameter.