I heard them in their hundreds Humming in Unison as they hoarded the spoils. The foxgloves freely invited them in, Lovingly opened up While the world around them Quietened. They remained Undisturbed In their secret summer solace, Unburdening one another Of ordinary woes, Telling prayers and dreams to each other Unbeknownst even to the tadpoles … Continue reading Between bumblebees and foxgloves