I was teaching my sixth-grade students a mini-lesson on writing Haiku. 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. Nature. I considered it a review lesson since we wrote some last year, so I was surprised at all their questions.

“How many syllables in ‘miles’?” One.

“Does it have to be about nature?” Yes.

“Please, can we write about something besides nature?” I envision 33 Haikus about flowers. Ugh.

“OK, I’ll open it up to include whatever is happening in your lives. But remember, Haiku is about the now. Write about what is in front of you.” They give me blank stares but begin writing. They submit them to me, eagerly awaiting approval. Many beautiful poems about spring land on my desk. And then this one: