Autumn Is Icumin In

Late September

Weeding among hostas,
I hear soft trilling
of a small toad,
see him
colored to blend
with fallen leaves.

He sits silent
for half an hour
then hops further
into the grass.

When I look again
he is one
of many maple leaves
lost
to autumn.

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13 thoughts on “Autumn Is Icumin In

  1. I had to go off and visit Ezra Pound for a minute.

    I love the changing of the guards…um…I mean the seasons. [depends on where you’re standing I guess]

    And I love toads…so this evoked a HUGE smile from me.
    Thanks for the lovely imagery Matt.
    :0)

  2. love it the changing of the seasons…the blessing that we as the toad change our hearts to mirror it….may it be a blessed autumn and a restful winter for us all….bkm

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