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
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Seed
I was buried deep beneath the clay Not yet aware of the daylight. Curled up and cloistered, feeling the hours pass away while shadows slipped through earthworm tunnels. Gradually I grasped some sense to reach for soil below; gravity - my clarity, all I cared to know. Then it one day occurred to me that … Continue reading Seed
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