Pocket Fire
A haiku about a hand warmer saving frozen finger
Small packet of heat,
shaken alive on the trail,
frozen fingers smile.
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Tim Carmichael
I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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It began with a girl. Black-haired and sweet and gone too soon. It is the way of mortals to die, of course. Most pass within a few decades, unless they can be tempted away to fairyland and persuaded to stay there. Even then, mortals live only as long as they can go without visits to friends or family that allow time and the weight of years to catch up to them.
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I've never use on of those before. I'll have to try it some time! Great poem :-)
Those things are lifesavers. Nicely done. 👏👏
Odd as it is to say I actually miss that feeling. Winter camping and hiking used to be my jam.