Wilting Gardens, Bluebirds & the Wind
10 days of reading and sharing poetry that we love for the National Poetry Month
The world has ceased to make sense. So we are seeking refuge in poetry again. The garden is wilting before our eyes, the mealy bugs have taken over and are slowly destroying everything. That could be a metaphor for political leaders everywhere. We’re forcing ourselves to think of the bluebird, the joy that once lifted us up; the names and moments that created a brocade of happiness. What have you been reading this poetry month?
