Ah, stories whispered through steam. I can smell the coffee.
Your haiku opens up the imagination to all the juicy gossip that must have been passed around at high tea over the years-- yes, stories whispered through steam, what an image! I think I could go for a crumpet right about now.
Such secrets! And I love the picture that goes with this storied haiku.
I love the photo and the haiku! Thank you!
Oooh, I love this! Short, sweet perfection! Thanks for sharing. =)
I agree with Ruth and Bridget. I'm imagining tea, rather than coffee!
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