Today marks the beginning of Middle Autumn, according to the calendar followed by haiku poets (Please correct me if I am wrong. I am new to this). Writing poetry in line with the season, within a limit of 12 to 14 syllables, and while making sure to use a kigo (seasonal word) is quite a task. Before I continue, some of you mathematicians may be remarking, “Arnav, 5 + 7 + 5 is 17, not 12 or 14.” Yes, you are right. However, it has been suggested that 12 to 14 syllables in English haiku corresponds more accurately to the length of Japanese haiku. I am far too green to make my own assertions on the matter. I’ll get back to you in a few years. For now, it appears that in order to successfully write haiku, the poet must increase their ability to be present in the moment. At the same time, they must cast off their proclivity for interpreting and criticising, a skill that so reliably serves the process of creating all other forms of poetry. This is the thesis I am currently working with. In a way, it is refreshing. I haven’t really written about nature since Wildflower Sea. On one hand, I feel like I am rediscovering my roots. Yet, I am confident I have embarked on a new adventure. I’ll bring you some haiku next year but don’t worry: there is a lot to be said in the meantime.