dry

though it is
far too warm
for winter

the clover
seems to be
doing fine

spraying their bloom
delightfully
with the morning

the yellow petals
curled into soft little
cylinders at night

they seem
so happy

but i fear
their roots
are thirsty
their leaves
feel singed

maybe
i am just
projecting
my worry about
next year’s water

knowing that
tonight i will take
yet another
long, hot shower.