Before this month slips into history and the long days of summer beckon, I have to call attention to the fact that April, with its erratic days that veer from cold and rain to tranquil warmth and sunlight, with its abrupt displays of green and other hues that confirm the earth’s endless cycle of renewal, is National Poetry Month.
What fun
Loved “Missing Person.” Hathaway on wry.
Love your poetry Dennis. More please.