Thursday

dusk
a fresh baguette
crackles in my palm



three sneezes
all that’s left
of the snowman



Both published in Presence 43

7 comments:

  1. Thanks! I have to admit he's a favourite of mine too : )

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  2. So, you're moving into spring, Lynne - with fresh bread. Lucky you! I've read through your other posts. The writing is so descriptive - I feel I'm there with you.

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  3. Hi Barb - it's definitely spring here in the south of France (not counting the last 3 days of rain!). Today we're back to blue sky, and the bright pink blossom on the old plum tree is opening out as I type : ) Thanks for the kind words.

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  4. sneezing and sneezing
    the taste of apple

    much love...

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  5. Two very nice haiku, Lynne. The first is very tactile.

    sudden thaw...
    the snowman's eyes
    turn back to stones

    ...

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  6. Hey Frank - love the snowman's eyes... it feels so sad!

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