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Saturday, October 22, 2016
Basil and Clover
In late October
The indoor Clover
Charms me.
Clover?
Bought as Basil,
Which flickered and died
Much like my old flame
In another life.
In its place sprang Clover,
Nervous, tentative.
Until assured.
Then draping fetchingly
Greenily, greedily
On window ledge.
Smiling over kitchen sink
Nestling with Herb.
Clover clings tightly to life,
Thirsty, solid, faithful
Stolid companion in this
Far too empty house.
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Lovely...my writing muse seems to have fled...
ReplyDeleteIt's taking a nap E. I know you were feeling poorly. I hope things are on the upswing. Muse will reawaken.
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I like this poem! And the pictures, too! Nancy
DeleteThanks Nancy!
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Reminding you a wee bit of of Shamrock too? :-)
ReplyDeleteDifferent colour. Shamrock is a much lighter green and quite tiny, much to people's surprise!
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Have you seen this WWB? Smile.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.nfb.ca/film/mabel/
Delightful, enjoyed every minute :)
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Visually delightful and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joared!
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A spot of green where you are as the seasons change means a lot. If I lived in your climate I would have a greenhouse.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to keep one upright when the winds blow Hattie. I did investigate.
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That's lovely. One door shuts, another opens. In the plant world and in the human world.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I wrote it, SAW. :)
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