The Winter of Our Lives

A Haibun for NaNoWriMo Chapbook Challenge

Chloe Cuthbert
Nov 3 · 1 min read

barren landscape hides

nothing. Flaws laid bare in cold —

refractions of light.

Winter signifies the end. We’ve laid our crops bare, chaff in the field. Though useful as fill for bedding and food for livestock, chaff isn’t consumable by humans.

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Chloe Cuthbert

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