A small source of warmth during winter
A haiku
By Susan Fourtané Published about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Joshua Woroniecki on Unsplash
I embrace it whole
Fingers pressed, wooden surface
Add honey, no milk.
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Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.
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Comments (5)
There’s a quiet meditative tone that perfectly suits winter’s stillness. The poem feels like a moment paused, inviting the reader to linger with the warmth.
Warms me right up, just like a cup of hot tea. Great haiku, Susan
Fabulous work Susan! 💕
Mmmm, so warm and yummy. Loved this!
This is so cosy and comforting :-)