It’s been a cool summer,
But a few days in July were hot and steamy.
It was a strange feeling to wake up to an autumnal landscape
But to feel so very sticky and sweaty.
The peonies drooped their graceful heads
In the heat —
And even the fallen petals seemed to be sweating
In the early morning dew.
And where one peony had almost finished blooming
Another was eagerly waiting to take its place.
It’s the cycle of life, the cycle of the seasons waxing and waning.
The bee emerging from deep within the peony departs reluctantly — Basho
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