The petals of a poppy flower are pompous, they may be of nearly any color. But after reading
Sarah Degner Riveros poem Poppies, we all know that these poppies are red beneath hazy yellow skies. A poem you can visually see for your first Sunday in May, and May Day at that!
The only place that feels vast enough to hold sadness this deep and wide is in nature, looking out into forever. Just as grief is a constant in our lives, so are the trees and trails we can get lost in. Walk about the trail with Janna Knittel in her poem On the Trail.
In spite of the fact that mothers-in-law are stereotyped as pompous and evil, we shouldn’t disregard that they are firstly adoring and tender moms. Read how Diane Pecoraro worries about her daughter-in-law in our Sunday feather For My Daughter-in Law on Mother’s Day.
Whether we stress or fantasize, all of us pause our minds from the errands of the day… and wander off to daydream. Take a break from your Sunday and daydream for a bit with Christine Mounts and her poem 1st grade report card note: “Too much daydreaming”.
When we make daily attempts to modify and improve what we can control, hope may build determination and grit—the ability to bounce back and remain resolute despite setbacks and death. Rising, a poem by Debra Darby, emphasizes the significance of optimism and endurance.