spring

I could tell you that it seems like just overnight that the great magnolias shrugged off the winter and broke open their full, pink lips, every branch laughing, but it would only serve to show you how little I observe, how silly and myopic I've become. I could dance full-out over the thawing ground instead, hum a tune I make up on the spot, pretend the jangling of my bracelets is the sound of seeds scattering, that I knew all along it would come to this.

CA-bound

So, silence lately, yes. Difficult to find a moment. Please note, however, especially west coast peeps, that there is a new poetry event listed on the sidebar. We will be in California in April (SO EXCITED!!!!!) and I will be doing a reading at the Carl Cherry Center for the Arts.

Today I am thinking of my mama. Her 80th birthday would have been today. I miss her more all the time. I found this poem on my Writer's Almanac this morning.

Meanwhile, her grandbabies grow and grow.