Summer air and little drops
That puddle jump night to sleep.
From every lair come out great worms
Slithering through fresh mud.
Slugs depart on epic journeys
Across deep dark blacktop oceans.
And as all things growing
Most desire
Freshness from great rains,
Morning brings what can be called
A horticulturalists most desirable dream.
Tag: puddle
Rocket Queen (day 146)
Aloof and alone
Too busy to moan
Fancy footing and ill fitting
Damned these clothes together again
Loose belts
And low knickers
High hopes and bed wetters
Chances are slim to none, I hope
Rainbows and proud Wellies
Puddle hops and muddled tops
Crowd gained, a crowd lost
Proud moments for me, mother