Walk 20

Small things begin to grow

Small, small, little at your feet.  Spied in lawns, in flower beds, in rockeries.  On mass, not often alone and if so it is the start of a crescendo.  It is a little mouth open like a little bird.  It comes in colours of pastel moments, yellow, mauve, white, shades of.  It is a follower of sun.  A bright yellow stamin, is like a throaty hello.  Then at …