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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LOVE this!
Thank you. Of course everything you say is TRUE. [instert groan here]
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.
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Beautiful. Well done.
Of all your poetry, this has got to be my favorite! (it’s in the top 5, anyway…)
Wow! Thanks. I feel like my muse is finally back from her extended vacation.
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
Enjoy how you blend nature and depict a clear autumn scene in few words. Glad you linked up for One Shot! cheers
very nice…love nature myself…and those toads can slip of easily…love all the colors of this seaon as well…nice one shot!
The last stanza is damn good! Nice one!
I like the transition with toad from summer to fall. Neat shift with little words, but makes one think.
Lady Nyo
Enjoyed it so much… I have been to Kerala where I did see one of the beautiful frogs that resembled the fallen leaves to such a fine detail that one can not recognise them… this one verse got me there again.. nice one…
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Wowzers. Brilliant write. Nice One Shot. Love and Light, Sender