tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post1835309594189871131..comments2024-03-25T10:07:31.278-07:00Comments on There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: NPM Spring Cleaning Day 7, ForsythiaRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-3415338169637416202021-04-07T12:45:38.596-07:002021-04-07T12:45:38.596-07:00I'm sitting here watching the birds at my feed...I'm sitting here watching the birds at my feeder, thinking of you perhaps watching birds out your window or at your outdoors somewhere. I don't know if I've ever seen Japonica, but that poem is about loving something beautiful that guns are not, I hope. Billy Collins makes it easy to love poetry, his tiny shares of moments please every time. There is the last poem which is wonderful, but really, I love the title most: "Finally the forsythia". What we say in spring! Thanks so much. Ruth!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com