Warmth
A Haiku about a small source of warmth found in winter
By Sean SelleckPublished 10 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by Siora Photography on Unsplash
Chill winter flurries,
Are denied by a locked door
And furnace’s kiss.
About the Creator
Sean Selleck
Hobby writer with a love for genre fiction, focussing on prose and scripts with the occasional dabble in poetry.
You can find my science fiction novella here: The Final Directive.
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