I hope you’re hanging in there. I bet you’re doing so with the help of words that have wormed their way into your head, and I want to share some with you.
To me, daily life currently feels scary and constrained—bottomlessly terrible and maddeningly isolated—and poetry about the natural world reminds me that so much is vast and alive. If we’re lucky, there will be many adventures ahead on the other side. Each weekend, I’ll read you a poem about leafing trees or craggy caves, inky skies or frothy shorelines, flamboyant flowers or the birds that come to visit. If we can’t get out and explore, we can at least be transported, for a few minutes, by sound.
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And please, invite your friends to pull up a chair.