the leaves appear even
I don’t get out much. Most of the time, I don’t mind. I work. I write. I read. I look out my window. But there comes a time when putting your traveling shoes on is a good–no, necessary–thing. So when I was invited to attend a small weekend gathering of haiku poets in nearby Hot Springs, I jumped at the chance to meet other people who enjoy the challenge of condensing their thoughts and emotions into three little lines.
Having just returned from Haiku Hot Springs, I feel much the same way I used to feel as a child after attending a piano recital: rejuvenated; inspired; ready to practice my scales more diligently. What a pleasure to put faces to the names I’ve previously encountered through virtual space or the written page. And what a joy to hear two of my haiku heroes (Charles Trumbull, Roberta Beary) bring their words to life . . . . Not to mention that their impromptu reading took place on a pontoon boat ride where we were privileged to sight a bald eagle peering down on us from a native pine.
Such good karma does not go unnoticed. So thank you, Howard Kilby, for pushing me out of my nest and into the world of the haiku gathering. What a great world to be in . . . even now, as I sit back and watch the fall leaves in the rain.