I'm reminded that today is EARTH DAY.
And that April is National Poetry Month -- as well as the month designated to call attention to abused, trafficked, and/or missing children.
Last week was the Boston marathon, on Patriot's Day (a holiday in Massachusetts). It was 84 degrees. Here? Well, this morning, we woke up to find the ground covered in snow. (It's all since melted but still -- this is supposed to be Spring!!) Tiny baby flowers are trying to emerge, all the garden stuff's being hauled out from the shed and -- it snows again!!
Well, for what's left of Poetry Month, I should probably write, share or talk about poetry a bit more. I'm enjoying what other bloggers are doing in this regard, and admire those who can write something every day, no matter what other chores or interests call them elsewhere. It's some of those same compelling interests that have pulled me away; would that it were for something pleasurable. Researching the dark side (missing children, for example) has its own dark side. It'll be five years this summer and they still have not found Cedrika.
Four days of rain, snow, dark skies, chilling winds and unutterable greyness ... the green grass pokes optimistically through.
To the Earth: Forgive us.
To the Children
abandoned, neglected, kidnapped, abused, trafficked, tortured or murdered:
We have not forgotten you.
