Broken Promise


Each winter I promise myself I will bundle up and walk in the frigid air. Occasionally, I keep my promise. Mostly I shiver at the thought and remain indoors. I breathe in the stale, dry air of central heating and the recirculating dust that seems to reproduce, despite regular cleaning and air filter replacements.

Walking in winter
Deceitful clear sunny skies
Crisp air freshens lungs


Haibun Monday 1-29-24: Breath by dVerse host Frank J. Tassone

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

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20 thoughts on “Broken Promise

  1. I could almost taste the ‘stale, dry air of central heating’ and am glad I don’t have that problem, even if it does get chilly in our house when the log burner isn’t lit. I really felt the crisp air freshening lungs in your haiku, Jennifer!

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