haiku 13.10

eight below zero
and nothing flows, least of all
my iced-over heart

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to haiku 13.10

  1. sophiajournals says:

    ouch,

  2. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    Ohhh…so, so very cold.

    perhaps some tea, or
    hot chocolate with whipped cream
    made with loving hands?

  3. warmginger says:

    Oh dear. Another beautiful, sad shard from the Bard. 🙂

  4. …but winter ends where spring begins. ❤

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