lacey frost edges the lake
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.
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.
petrichor heavy in the air fills our hands