The Luck We Find
Discovering Magic in the Everyday
They say the luck is in the clover,
the fourth leaf hiding from the rest,
but I have found it spread wide over
the ordinary world and blessed.
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It lives in fiddles bright and ringing,
in hillsides catching morning gold,
in every voice that keeps on singing
the same sweet stories, years grown old.
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It dances in the reels of laughter,
in flower-crowns of white and green,
in all we chase and all we're after,
the gold beyond the rainbow's gleam.
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Put on your green, and raise your glass,
and let the fiddles play their song,
for luck is not a thing that passes,
it's where you choose to be all along.
May the luck of the Irish be with all of you!
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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Comments (3)
Such a joyful way to think about luck! 🍀
💖 this. I’m sitting out on the day drinking festivities this go ‘round. If you have to drive today, remember that you’re probably the only sober driver out there and be extremely cautious.🍀
Glorious work, Tim!