Creeping Charlie
Like depression, your roots travel insidiously,
cover the patch with green scalloped leaves.
Growing in sun or shade, you invade
the compost pile, contribute
living matter to decaying
violets and strawberries.
If you aren’t mowed, something good
comes of you: tiny blue flowers emerge
from your stems to be sipped by honey bees.
But your flowers have faded,
bees must now search
the clover for nectar.
If only I could control
my creeping vines.
The Stickman Review
Winter 2026 (27)
