dusk
a fresh baguette
crackles in my palm
three sneezes
all that’s left
of the snowman
Both published in Presence 43
a fresh baguette
crackles in my palm
three sneezes
all that’s left
of the snowman
Both published in Presence 43
Lynne Rees on haiku writing - creative and critical
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.
ReplyDeletesudden thaw...
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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