Wednesday, 11 December 2013

I paused in the cornyard, near the tree with the hollow in its trunk. It has a broken branch from one of the winter storms which hangs uncast. As I stood, I began to tune in to a new sound, above the breeze and the crows. A humming sound emerged, and as I stepped closer it enfolded me. The bee tree is alive.

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F. E. Clark

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