Up before you wake,
butter melts in softened oats.
My own brumal sun.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (8)
This haiku warms the heart, like butter melting in oats.
This is an amazing haiku! It feels so warm :)
Believe it or not, I had to look up "brumal" wonderful words for a real haiku
A gorgeous haiku, Mackenzie; I love what you did here ❣
Nice, Mackenzie! “Brumal” sounds better than “wintry.” I’ve learned a new word thanks to your haiku!
"butter melts in softened oats." I love that! So warm and comforting.
Gorgeous lass
Nice one!