The Way of Things

So, it seems
that the bees,
and all of earth’s
fine creatures,
have begged pause
in the way of things.

Infinite and tiny,
the chorus of voices
resounds in the silence,

“Thank you, that is quite enough.”

They went about


old earth ‘tween the bees,
other remaining beasts,
and all manner of fine
and lovely creatures.

Mother Earth
was thankful
for the reprieve.

©️ Obol, 2020.

March… forced march… the longest walk, not by choice.

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