I count baby oak leaves among the cutest of spring's babies. It's hard to imagine that these fragile fingertip-length leaves will be bigger than my whole hand by the middle of June. And the photosynthetic glucose factory inside each one of them...don't even get me started on that miracle.
There's a new Rhino in town, a watering can rhino, and she helped me write a haiku for the baby oak leaves.
your glorious life
grand, gorgeous -- so not giant
sweet home for my heart
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2019
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