#sprinkler
Nature can be, savage or kind
Which way does it go; can it be defined
A young toad was trapped by a sprinkler today
His life could have ended and be swept away
I noticed him there and expected him to hop
He was stuck I could see and I needed to stop
The mower, would and could have, swallowed him up
Had I not looked his way and stopped so abrupt
His leg was trapped in a sprinkler retract
In came down quite hard with a vicious impact
I was able to raise it and help the toad out
His pour leg looked broke, in that there's no doubt
I hope that he lives and heals up real quick
I'm glad I could help, the toad I named Rick...!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 197
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
Cool grass blades
And blue glass fades
To golden reflections
Of sunset on my window
Sprinklers shush shushing
And mourning doves cooing
The light fades away
And lightning bugs play
Summer nights
I could use you now
As I sit here in February
Cold and tired.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Our love is like the puzzle pieces
We bought when we were dating,
The ones that came without
The guiding box-top picture.
Day after day you hand
Me pieces of emerald green
Or royal blue. Some days they're
Orange with a streak of white.
For years now I've been
Lining up the edges,
Linking one piece into another,
But the image remains fragmented.
Now here I am at the end
Of my life, pushing the
Final piece into place.
With tears filling my eyes,
I behold a photograph of you and I
Sitting on our front porch.
Our old, wrinkled hands clasped
As we watch the sprinkler
Move back and forth,
Laughing as our grandchildren
Leap through the streams
That shimmer in the sunset.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
Dragonflies
zipping through
the rainbow
made by
the backyard sprinkler
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC