I have read many recent comments regarding the warm Summer weather our friends in the Northern Hemisphere are enjoying. I hope the toads found a lily pond to frolic in over the weekend, and are in fine spirits this Monday. For me, it's back to cold, dark 5.45 am alarms and a brisk walk over frosted paths to work, after my vacation. Something I look forward to, is the chance to relax in the afternoon and read the wonderful poetry shared here on RT, so I shall say no more but to invite all-comers to link up a poem so we can all get to reading.
One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.