Snails
A
thin
slime trail
meanders
over the gravel
to my flowerbeds, where hostas
that I had nurtured so carefully have been reduced
to tattered shreds. A robin perches among panicles of lilac as you approach
with buttered scones and coffee. Light slants through leaves, glistens the slime trail silver. Everything contributes to the dazzle of this day – even snails.
