If you don’t want to be in your head too long, avoid walking on one of those cold, soft, quiet winter days, the kind of day where there is nothing to distract you from your own thoughts. Every flake, a reflection of what begs to be resolved.
haiku WinterWalk / © Susan L Hart 2026
This haiku was written as a submission for Week 4 of Alegria de Rose’s Writing Winter’s Breath. If you’re on Substack and would like to join in, find the invitation here: https://substack.com/home/post/p-186316170
Susan L Hart / Author 