Poetry Blogs (the garden toad poem christopher laverty)
One morning in my garden - as the mist
dissolved – a thousand apples ripe and gold
I eager saw, that hung from boughs of gold.
I pondered which to eat, when through the mist -
there squatting in the stiff and frozen grass -
I saw a thing – still as the dead – a toad.
I stood as still for long, until that toad
fled suddenly, and hid within the grass.
Though then th...
Sunday 19th January 2020 11:21 pm