They dropped like Flakes —

They dropped like Flakes —
They dropped like Stars —
Like Petals from a Rose —
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers — goes —

They perished in the Seamless Grass —
No eye could find the place —
But God can summon every face
Of his Repealless — List.

Emily Dickinson

Lost Corollas of Clover

They dropped like Flakes —
They dropped like Stars —
Like Petals from a Rose —
When suddenly across the June
A wind goes with fingers ——

They perished in the smooth Grass —
No eye could find the place —
But God can call every face
Of his endless List.

Probably untimely storm has blown all the corollas away from the meadow.