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┬áRead me?┬áby 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”