pulling weeds

weeds the size of trees had grown up between us,

the door was almost completely blocked.

so they had to go.. weeds were pulled,

heavy lopers cut the trucks of the ones too long forgotten.

it was hard painful work –

exhausted and sweaty, he paused….

and in that moment two tiny frogs –

one no bigger than your littlest toenail appeared.

The air cleared.

and the door was again open.

two small frogs on tree stump

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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