Greetings, Poetry Lovers!
Whew. It's been a wild ride in the Southeast the last couple of days. Sending love & prayers for those whose lives have been forever altered by Hurricane Zeta.
I couldn't believe that here on the Lowcountry coast, we were texting our kids early Thursday morning about the TROPICAL Storm that was shredding their corners of real estate in the Appalachian foothills. Is this still 2020 or what?! [AND, at almost Halloween - past the peak, or so we all thought.] Our crew is fine - but trees are down everywhere in their part of north Georgia.
Our Cobb EMC/Gas South Literacy Week - all vitual this year - was going great... until everyone in the region (also north of Atlanta) lost power and we had to cancel/reschedule all the Zoom visits set up for Thursday and Friday.
In the Lowcountry, a couple-three hundred-ish miles from the storm, we did get some wind Thursday morning. In fact, I had been putting off calling some tree folks to take care of the heavy live oak branch that was precariously balanced above our fence in the back yard... Mother Nature did not care about my excuses. (Um, picture above.)
Well, to calm all our nerves, I'll share another recently published Frogpond poem, this one from the current issue. It has to do with rain but was inspired by quite a less intense afternoon of weather.
gentle rain the wren sings through it
©Robyn Hood Black
Frogpond Vol. 43:3, Fall 2020
And, speaking of the Haiku Society of America (Frogpond is the HSA's journal), the Members' Anthololgy for 2020 just landed in our mailboxes.
Here's my poem in it:
on the line
the fisherman wades back
©Robyn Hood Black
Bundled Wildflowers - Haiku Society of America 2020 Members' Anthology
AND, speaking of all kinds of weather, I've been thinking of our host this week almost every time I've caught national weather news stories lately, as she hails from Colorado. In fact, I'm not quite sure whether this week she's dealing with smoke from wildfires or a snow storm... but I sure am grateful she's such a vital part of our Poetry Friday community, helping to make welcome poetry friends old and new. Wade on over to Teacher Dance, where the ever-lovely Linda has the Roundup.
(And hang on tight, everyone - whichever way the political winds blow next week, and beyond, we'll need to keep our balance!) Happy Halloweeeeen!
(Little Family Update... It's 8 p.m. on Saturday night, and my daugher and her hubby JUST got their power back on! They were all in blankets - dogs, too.) ;0)