mad late, but here are the haikus from last week before today’s last workshop:
the theme was “autumn turning into winter in parkdale”:
it’s too hot inside
smells of man are very ripe
dark days turn frosty
leaves are more wet than crunchy
ground down into slush
farmer’s market done
tacos are all year round, though
faces-stuffed and starved
this time, they’re all about nature (maybe the theme set us up for success)-and i know that rule now.
time flies when you’re having fun.