atelierkakko Lately, the weather has turned cooler, and I’ve started seeing mosquitoes again—something I hadn’t noticed much during the summer.
Just yesterday, someone told me with a laugh, “I kept getting bitten on my right arm all morning!”
Last month, during a creative writing lesson, I came across a haiku by Masaoka Shiki.
This year, I find myself feeling its words more deeply than ever.
A haiku is made up of only seventeen syllables—five, seven, and five—yet the power of its silence and space invites our imagination to wander.
Some of my students study haiku, too, and as I grow older, I’ve come to appreciate the depth and vastness of the world a haiku can create.
It would be wonderful to capture daily moments in little haiku, like writing a diary in verse.
Morning in autumn—
the wind feels soft and gentle,
five-seven-five.
