Poetry has been so far off my to do list lately that it hurts. But this week in class, teaching EFL students here for the summer, the lesson was writing haiku.
I joined them.
1.
The blackberry bush
Temptingly beckons the child
Fierce thorns guard the prize.
2.
Petrichor rises
The maple leaves turn their backs
Nature huddles tight.
(I just wanted to use petrichor in a poem.)
