My thoughts on how I am forced to write in prose vanished from my blog. Elves? However, I am trying again to express the sadness I feel that events make me reduce the poetry in my head to prose on the page. How else can one write about the robbery of the poorest to aid the richest? Robin Hood stories have been told about heroes.
We need someone to put the poetry back into our hearts and lives. It is a season where the earth starts its journey back to summer. A season ripe with hope often, but this year prose is the only way we can discuss how life is going.