Perhaps a sparrow says, "I am but a bread crumb in his beard, a snippet of his speech, yet enough to nourish the world until its end."
Maybe a robin replies, "I am a spot of wine on his shirt, the cheerful bloom of a tulip in his hand, a burst of laughter at the return of spring."
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Liz thanks for tea, your lovely words, you, you are the cheerful bloom of tulip in my week.
ReplyDeleteAnd those humble (at least compared to jays) robins do bob across the lawn like a spot of wine on a shirt. I love that line. (And the b's in the sparrow stanza).
Hi Liz,
ReplyDeletemissing the haiku of your perhaps maybe posts..will stop back by to check up on you.