Toad’s day…

Puttering and pattering

Looked down and found

A wonderful hop toad

Laying low

in his humble abode

He eyed me

And spied me

As I did him

With a wink and a whim

The tiniest pot he chose

From all the others

Of those

He’s big for it

And it’s small for him

But there he is anyway

On this comfy cozy December day

In the arms of the airplane plant

Propellors whirring

The air is stirring

And I wonder…

Who will punch his ticket

And where oh where

Will he go….

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ellie894 December 7, 2021

endless…

Nearly,

lose my

…footing …

on days like this,

when there are

endless reasons

to look up…:)

***

Have a beautiful day ☺️🦋

****

ellie894 November 30, 2021

With a sunset view…

It’s not often, that you find

the Wall Street Journal in

the woods. In fact,

never have before today.

Nevertheless,

there it lay. I’ll leave it be,

in case the raccoons

want to check their stock portfolios. And,

the birds haven’t finished

their crossword puzzle,

yet. An eagle flew,

a buck walked, the picnic table

sits empty, as do the chairs

gathered round about

the campfire, gone cold. oyster shells

are strewn far from the sea, their pearly white

showing and all cast aside

under the great loblolly trees.

The catfish feeder turned

wasp den was unhinged, pried up

and taken from its proud perch.

And the wasps along with it.

A teepee built from

fallen bric a brac, faces due west

with a lovely sunset view. And there’s no sign

out front for sale or rent.

It’s a long way….from Wall Street,

This quiet place far from nowhere

Take off your shoes and

Rest awhile…

****

ellie894 November 29, 2021

the quiet hour…

How,

does this day call

to you, what one

tiny thing does it

ask, which do you

put first, and when

will rise the hope,

that will come to you

at last, do you see

all

the same, where

will you hear

the song, that carefully

holds your precious

name…Is the touch

of kindness, within

your gentle power, the time

is surely Now, this waiting

moment, this

quiet hour…

****

ellie894 November 28, 2021

Dash of Read

Writing is writing,

I think

And I blink

Wherever you are

Pick up a pen

So to begin

Each line, a prize

As wild worlds dance

In the deep of your eyes

What will come next

You wonder and wait….

As the wind blows time

So arrives your fate

Take my hand

Let me give you my words

In verses

In whispers

Ne’er before heard…

****

ellie894 November 26, 2021

Thank you…

For rain in the night

And clouds at dawn

For birds in the air

And their lovely song

For purple on pansies

And a meandering snail

For ruffled cabbages

And snappy happy tails

For all things great

And all things small

I am thankful

For one and for all…

****

ellie894 November 25, 2021

Pumpkin,

seek and find among the pine straw,

getting thicker all the time, five

are peeking in the crisp November

light, and letting little ones make

bold use of them for playing, king

of the mountain, until they turn

to nibbles and noshes, no rain

or galoshes, not a drop

to fear, as yesterday’s clouds

overnight wisped away…simply

making it all, quite disappear…

peek a boo pumpkins, catch

as catch can,

brave little Nemo, agile and strong

now, King of the Front Yard,

for his whole lifelong….

****

ellie894 November 22, 2021