R.I.P.

I had no idea when I posted my previous entry that it would turn out to be so apropos. And the other day, as we are still digging out here in DC and getting reacquainted with the sun, came the sad news of Lucille Clifton's passing.

Despite the sadness of her loss, however, one can find great warmth and uplift in reading her poems. Look here and here.

Spring is only 11 days (meteorological) or 30 days (astronomical) away!