Haiku #4

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Haiku #4

Today, I saw God
as muffin crumbs fell to the ground
so chirped the sparrow


By: Stephen Bess

Photo Source: sdakotabirds.com

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wonderful image! I will have to apply my mind a bit. Short, but powerful.
Saturday, December 13, 2008 12:24:00 PM
poeticpin said…
Hi SB,
Been so long you may not remember me.
Blogging with a new identity,
I am the girl who moved next door.

Love your poem, (as always) and the short, sharp, thought provoking ... power of praise.
Sunday, December 14, 2008 8:54:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Another beautiful poem... you really are SO talented!!!
Monday, December 15, 2008 12:24:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
Emil-
thanks and good to see you.

Poeticpin-
What was your former name? Either way, it's always good to have a friend. Amen.

Cat-
...and you are so beautiful a person.

Christina-
Thanks and look for more.
Monday, December 15, 2008 9:12:00 PM
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