my attempt at Haiku for Writer's Digest daily poetry prompt writing challenge for April 15, 2025, "Write a poetic form poem and/or anti-form poem." I chose to write about liminal spaces, essentially because, I'm almost drawn to them. Although most of them tend to be nostalgic, eerie, isolating, haunting, confusing or disorienting, I find the transition to be beautiful. There's a sense of hope in uncertainty that I find remarkable in all of us. How we overcome our obstacles and turn them into our victories. They're incredibly inspirational to me. Looking at it from a melancholic view, I think most writers/poets are melancholic, or at least a little cholic (you'll only get this if you're an office fan, maybe not even then). I tend to be drawn to nostalgia or even longing or heartbreak. It's morbid and depressing I guess, but I find loads of learning, inspiration and opportunity there.

The first snow hit Toronto and many of the trees weren’t prepared for it. A thick blanket of green leaves dotted with ice now covers most of the parks and lawns. It reminded me of being rushed out by a fire alarm in the middle of the night.