The Gift

After the late summer rains
When the gardens are yellowing
Between the fence and pavement
A lone toad stool sprouts
3" high, stem arcing tilting the cap just a little

It's a gift from Faerie Land
Out of the doomy gloom of thunder and clouds
Its dull, cream colored skin seems to
Shimmer and sparkle
A fairy toad sits on it
Out of this world's reach
But beckoning me back into the Other World.

©2011 John A. Mills