Pocket Fire
A haiku about a hand warmer saving frozen finger
Small packet of heat,
shaken alive on the trail,
frozen fingers smile.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. I write about rural life, family, and the places I grew up around. My poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, My latest book. Check it out on Amazon
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Comments (3)
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.