(NaPoWriMo, day 24. The challenge was to write about a particular fruit in detail. It doesn’t feel like the right season to do that now, though, or at least not here. So instead, here’s a haiku prompted by a poem that my student Ray had written. I loved her question ‘how do people let go of spring?’, and our conversation about her first experience of distinct seasons and whether or not apple trees in Indonesia blossom the way they do here…)
perhaps this explains
how people let go of spring:
the promise of fruit.
