Small toads mingle

among the weeds.
I see their

movement as I bend
down, hands toiling
remembering the joy

of childhood play.
It is humid
again this morning.


2 responses to “Toads”

  1. Bob’s re-posting of his poem this morning prompted me to look back at the original, which, in turn, led me here. Nice imagery, and excellent use of enjambment, here.

    By the way, I enjoyed the scenes of Western New York as I scrolled my way to your poem.

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    • Thank you however I had to look up the word ‘enjambment’. Now that I know its meaning, I’m going to go back and revisit that poem. Yes, the waterways of Western NY offer great photo shoot opportunities for knitters. :)

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