Stan’s Corner, Tuesday, June 21

(I am posting ahead of time because I am at camp for a week.)  Here is the first stanza of a poem called “Listening to Spring” by  Macrina Wiederkehr:  “I am listening to seeds breaking open, to roots growing strong beneath the ground, to green shoots rising up from winter wombs.  I am listening to thorns blossoming, to barren branches laughing our new growth, to wildflowers dancing through the meadows.”