Sprinklings and smidgens
And all sorts of smatterings
Inhabit small world.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Lovely!
Thanks, Lynn.
I also love the titles you put for these haiku, they are like poetry themselves!
Thanks, Lynn. Since haiku are so short I use the words in the titles as an extension of them.
Fun! Describes my life…..I love the word “smidgen,” don’t you.
i do like “smidgen”. Goes way back! 🙂
Ahhh, I LOVE this! We hardly hear “smidgen” anymore–wonderful word I still use, as I’m from “way back” 🙂
Thanks for your comment. It’s fun to dated by “smidgen.”
Indeed it is!