The Maple Seeds Fall. Some Are Red.

1. I've never seen red ones! This is the best one. It's so red and helicoptery.
2. That is not for you to eat.
1. That wasn't eating. That was touching. With my mouth.

The Light of the Moon

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, 
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

Robert Louis Stevenson, from "The Moon," A Child's Garden of Verses

Petals, Blooms

It began with orange tulips, one blowing day when my gray coat became too much to bear. Additional tulips followed. Outside, the pink magnolias called me up into their branches one misty evening, keeping me a secret from those below; my feet dangled high, then higher over the fallen petals, the slick mud. The last of the paperwhites reeded their way up. The daffodils whistled butter and orange. And now it is lilacs, cones of mirth and scent. Bought and received and lining. every. surface.

Growing Things, The Bottoms of Cows