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.
