Whispers In Winter

What calls to us in winter

By Alexandra GrantPublished 2 months ago • Updated 2 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Stéphane Juban on Unsplash

Teeth are chattering

Bitterness sinking bone deep

A fire whispers, com

Haiku

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Alexandra Grant

Wife, mother of one son, living in Kansas. An amateur artist and writer of poetry and prose. Follow me on Instagram, Tiktok, X, Telegram, lemon8, Facebook , https://patreon.com/AlexandraGrant639, https://substack.com/@alexandragrant273684

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