lacey frost edges the lake
snow dancer
Robert Bly, Minnesota's first poet laureate passed away.
Where was I when he was in Minnesota? Denver, San Francisco, Boston? Maybe our paths could have crossed when he was visiting those locations.
I wish I had purchased more of his books and attended his live performances when he was alive.
at the midnight hour
love our sleepy pillow talk
bedtime
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reading past midnight
cannot put the book down
love "The Lincoln Highway"
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This is one life I never anticipated.
On a zoom call, hearing non-fiction author Daniel Pink talking about his book-writing process.
Remembering my college graduation celebration night.
I filled up the birdfeeder yesterday afternoon and, Eureka, they found it today.
It's a blur of wings and beaks as they feast for their morning breakfast.
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Do you see the trees and the rocks singing and dancing?
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May 29, 2020 I wrote my first haiku poem thanking an anonymous person for leaving a bouquet of flowers on our front step. Her intention for this one act of kindness was to counterbalance the fear generated from the COVID lockdown and the riots that were occurring at multiple sites in Minneapolis after the death of George Floyd, which occurred two miles west of our home.
That haiku was the beginning of a life-changing experience I will never forget.
light and shadow
call to fill empty spaces
discontent ... contented
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deep in a forest
seek the life-changing path
in light or shadow
petrichor heavy in the air fills our hands