#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

April Sun

"Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain."
- Langston Hughes

April first and rainy sky, all the woods wet. I walk to the river, splattered, and the brook. And under the sunless sky, I find a tree trunk holding the bright yellow orb. Welcome April rain. I brought my poem to workshop and it was well received and I felt the feedback was helpful. I bought fresh flowers at the market: purple and yellow tea roses for Easter. I started a new poem from the letters and plan to complete four of them by Monday. There, I said it, will do it. So near the end of this first draft from all the letters. Tonight, my Aim for Astonishing workshop went so well. Small, sparsely attended; so many people tired or colds and not feeling well from vaccines. But it was rich, deeply so, for those of who were there. The horrific testimony in the George Floyd trial continues. Every day it seems the worst has been said and shown, and then it worsens.