Just publishing one of my poems here because. Because why not put it out there? Just dug it out of a little corner, forgotten, of my computer file pile. There are so many poems stuck in there like scraps of paper.
April Pulley Sayre
To Love a Toad
To love a toad
is to love all manner of wartiness
and melded colors
and cool air that hovers
near mud and shade.
To love a toad
is to laugh on rainy days
at slip slap soundings
to shake your head,
to raindrop fling.
To love a toad
is to kneel knee dirty un caring
to sup with slugs and creature crawl
to watch where you step
in case the toads trust too far.
To dig gently
just in case
a toad’s at home.