How reluctantly…

How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony

– Basho



And how reluctantly do we all surface from bliss when it envelopes us? Who, if they could, would not stay in the warm, sweet, heady atmosphere of life and joy? To think that one could be wrapped up in colour and scent and comfort and be fed and know no thirst… would that be heaven?


About Beth

Canadian English teacher living in the UK with husband, daughter, imminent baby and cat...
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