As I’m playing catch-up following running the Oak Barrel Half Marathon on Saturday, here’s that day’s offering. The prompt was to write a Golden Shovel. I used Emily Dickinson’s XSCVII as my reference.
Life is constructed from the legs of a bee,
How is it possible: life from something as small as a bee?
It gives me pause and leads me to revery:
There is nothing else that will do,
Life will end if there are too few.