It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could you know. That's why we wake
and look out--no guarantees
in this life.
I shared this poem in October of 2014. You can read the rest of it here, or hear it read. And here's that original post.
I shared another William Stafford poem in January 2008, and I liked that one so much that I shared it again in December 2010.
Tabatha has today's line for the Progressive Poem.
I love April and all the beautiful words it brings. I hope you are enjoying it too!
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