Frozen fingers feel
Hot breath held in gathered hands
Life’s blood starts to flow
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Vivid depiction of early winter mornings.
Brilliant work Raymond!!
Perfect haiku for today and the comming weeks 🦋❄️❄️❄️❄️
Oh, I hate the feeling of frozen numb fingers! That's why I prefer mittens over gloves, so that the fingers can warm each other up. Great haiku, Raymond.
A great observation, happens to me a lot