On the edge of the woods, a native flame azalea reaches for the light.
A glistening galaxy of dandelion seed trembles just before going nova.
And in the box beds I was weeding, I met a tiny toad.
How tiny? This tiny.
The size of a large netsuke.
He looks so wise for one so small.
This shitake, on the other hand, was HUGE -- larger than my open hand.
Pleasures and treasures of a perfect day.
THIS JUST IN! Kathryn Stripling Byer has included Miss Birdie and me over at her Poet of the Day blog!