Picking up branches trimmed by wind and rain in last night's storm, I come upon a small toad warming in the morning sun, blinking and smiling to himself, enjoying his small toad life.
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Choosing the color of the morning sun
for wings
small yellow butterflies
spring up from bright green clover
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Spring from her bed
roused by thundered dreams
rises into incandescent light
The Course of Our Seasons 
“enjoying his small toad life” is one of the greatest lines ever.
We all have small toad lives, may we enjoy them too.
Absolutely! I think that’s exactly where I am..enjoying my small toad life! Lol
Thanks for dropping by 🌻
“Spring…
roused by thundered dreams” 🙂
Thanks, Jennifer. 🌻