Poetry Season

I ask one of my students if he's been doing anything at school with poetry this month. He says, "Oh, yeah, you know, because it's poetry season." How true!

It's poetry season
villanelles arise from deep slumber
haikus pop up everywhere
sonnets ripple in the wind.
I even heard a sijo singing happily.


I'd love to take this poem further, but I'm exhausted, so I'll say goodnight for now.