darkness at six-
smell of cherry tobacco
from my father's pipe
~During those long winter evenings, Dad sits in his lounge chair and smokes. He also does the crossword everyday despite not being the best speller among us. Of course he does the crossword even in the summer.
But in winter, when the blue smoke curls out of his pipe and his brow furrows in concentration, the house seems warmer.
1 comment:
That was brilliant. Darkness, cherry, father, pipe...all come together in my mind to paint a dark, warm, cozy setting. Like sitting in front of a fireplace, with a rug drawn around and legs tucked in, so the only place cold would be the tip of the nose :-) Thank you for these very beautiful haikus, and for what they translate into me personally. Love the way you write.
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