We’re in haiku midwinter here in Scotland…
Cold
Tooth-achingly cold
Wind, branch-brushed and raw, born of
Bleak, distant mountains.
Cloaked
A sense of stillness,
Of waiting, of inertia
Cloaked tight in hoar frost.
Thanks for reading, folks. My recent short stories include ‘Sunset Hours‘ and ‘November Cold‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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Gosh, very chilly but nicely done, Matthew! But never mind, it will be spring, kind of soon; well, at least it’s on the turn now that winter solstice has past.
Thanks Chris and you’re right – on the downwards slope towards spring now!
B-r-r-r-r! “Tooth-achingly cold,” indeed. Always a treat to read your haiku pairings, Matthew.
Best wishes to you and family for a warm holiday celebration!
And the same to you and yours Annie. Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ; I felt these, Matthew
Thanks John. Hope you and yours have a lovely festive season!
likewise Matthew 🙂
Beautifully penned Matthew. Really cold here today too. Day Winter frosted. Happy New Year My Friend.
And the same to you! Thanks!