The Morning Chill

A Winter haiku

By Kera HollowPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo from the author. My cozy Dante

From the toasty bed

the rest of the room freezes

please, don't make me wake.

Haiku

About the Creator

Kera Hollow

I'm a freelance ESL tutor and writer living South Korea. I've had a few poems and short stories published in various anthologies including Becoming Real by Pact Press.

I'm a lover of cats, books, Hozier, and bugs.

Medium

Ko-fi

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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago
Awww, Dante is so adorable. Loved your Haiku!

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