Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Afternoon Picnic
Rain caressed magnolia leaves
Tiny frog hops away.
You smile at me lovingly.
Grinning, we walk hand in hand.

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5 Comments:

Anonymous quietpaths said...

Very sweet. I love the tiny frogs hopping away.

6/05/2007 10:45 AM  
Blogger Plain Foolish said...

He was *teensy*! No bigger than my thumbnail. When I first saw him, I thought he was a beetle rather than a frog.

6/05/2007 11:14 AM  
Anonymous quietpaths said...

I wonder what kind of little frog. Was it a 'he'? *grin* One of our friends recently wrote a book about frogs and other amphibians in Montana. It might have been a little tree frog?

6/05/2007 12:40 PM  
Blogger Plain Foolish said...

I don't know whether he was he or she... (And yes, I knew you'd call me on that after the bee thing.) Tiny tiny tiny little brown frog, on a brick pathway. He ended up hopping onto a wood staircase and being pretty perfectly hidden, which I took as my cue to go away already.

6/05/2007 12:50 PM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely!

6/06/2007 1:38 AM  

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