Wordless Wednesday: Black Swallowtail on lantana
Poetry Sunday: Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman
You probably remember poet Amanda Gorman from her appearance at the inauguration of President Biden. She read her poem "The Hill We Climb" on that occasion. After the senseless slaughter in Uvalde this week, she was inspired to write another poem which was published in The New York Times. It seemed perfect for the occasion and so I stole it in order to feature it here, just in case you didn't get a chance to read it in the Times . Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman Everything hurts, Our hearts shadowed and strange, Minds made muddied and mute. We carry tragedy, terrifying and true. And yet none of it is new; We knew it as home, As horror, As heritage. Even our children Cannot be children, Cannot be. Everything hurts. It’s a hard time to be alive, And even harder to stay that way. We’re burdened to live out these days, While at the same time, blessed to outlive them. This alarm is how we know We must be altered — That we must differ or die, That we must triumph or try.
Delicious!
ReplyDeleteThis is the adult version of the caterpillar that I featured in my Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day post.
DeleteWow! I wish I could take pics of butterflies! I've taken pics of flowers with bees and other bugs on them, but I've never been lucky enough to capture a butterfly or a dragonfly in flight.
ReplyDeleteYou sorta have to get lucky. I probably take at least ten for every one that's a keeper.
DeleteBeautiful pictures, Dorothy. All butterflies have left my gardens now; frost is thick on the ground. P x
ReplyDeleteWe don't usually get our first frost until December so I hope to be able to enjoy them for several more weeks.
DeleteBeautiful! We got some snow yesterday and our first frost today. So our growing season is over. (and yet I saw a butterfly today, perhaps a late monarch).
ReplyDeleteSnow? Wow! Isn't it a bit early for that?
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