Nasty Beets

A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair, play dodgems, and they do not care, `bout who did plant such seeds that grew.   That grew and grew `til leaves anew tiered up and out as if they could be stands held out – as if they should   be hosts to louts that leap about,Continue reading “Nasty Beets”

23: Dancer

Read you (i.e. I read the post Read me? by the author of ‘Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50′)! Read all the first half, then skimmed the rest, as the thought of some tulips I spotted on the school run is luring me outside. Sitting here on my laptop watching the sunshine fading away isContinue reading “23: Dancer”