Happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
Well, it’s been a tough last 6 weeks. Our family has had the death of my father-in-law, two previously unplanned trips to Georgia (so glad Randy could be with his father before he passed), Covid-19 (despite being fully vaxxed and boosted), 3 weeks and counting of basic crud infection (unrelated to Covid-19), and a general feeling of overwhelm. Not our most relaxing holiday season ever. One thing that’s been lovely is that the Poetry Friday community has been here for me when I was able to check in–and judgment-free when I wasn’t able to. I’m grateful for that.
I have nothing freshly written to share (though I have to write a “bells” poem before next week!), so I’m going to link here to Your Classical’s wonderful Performance Today “Poetry for a Winter’s Day” radio show/podcast. From this link, you can listen to the audio (2 hours) and also click to read all the poetry featured. (Thanks for the heads-up, Randy!)
And I’ll reshare a poem I wrote during Laura Shovan’s 2020 Poetry Month project. We’ve had some beautiful snow in Minnesota recently, and we’re still in the midst of a dang pandemic, so this poem feels almost as true to me now as it did in April of 2020. Though at least now we can gather, carefully–not recklessly.
Wishing you and yours a merry Christmas, if you celebrate, and a beautiful finale to 2021, no matter what you celebrate.
And for lots of wonderful poetry, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with the lovely Buffy Silverman.