Today is full of wonder (for moi). It’s World Storytelling Day, it’s the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere… And I don’t know about you, my dearest Toads, but the thought of oral storytelling and the kiss of the Vernal Equinox makes me all giddy and bloomy and
annoyingly cheery inside. I don’t even care that according to
the weather forecast, New York is supposed to get more of the frozen stuff that
shall not be named. Spring finally came. So, sleep señor winter.
Let’s welcome the freshness of Spring (or the spiciness of Autumn, if you are in the Southern Hemisphere) with poetry. Share a new poem, an old poem, a short poem, any poem… then, delight in everybody else’s poetic yum.
chilling clouds and naked trees,
but New York feels spring