Sometimes I write haiku.
I like lots of things about haiku but most of all their clarity of image. I’m normally a wordy person, so finding that image is like carving something tiny from a large block of wood. Personally, I think 17 syllables of English is too much information for a haiku.
From now on, I’m going to try and share one little poem every month. I can’t promise they won’t sometimes be about food.
birch leaves fall
silent the cat returns
to the shed roof