There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
loving the snowman!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I have to admit he's a favourite of mine too : )
ReplyDeleteSo, 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.
ReplyDeleteHi 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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much love...
Two very nice haiku, Lynne. The first is very tactile.
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the snowman's eyes
turn back to stones
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Hey Frank - love the snowman's eyes... it feels so sad!
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