Iambics for the End of March

As Red winged blackbirds have made a return
From hinter haunts, Robin, that crimson cock,
Is stepping dandified through basic thoughts
Of lawn, of dandelion, of worms and dirt –
What life was back in August’s august days
Redresses later suns with longer days
And writerly thoughts become agog as herds
Amused and tilting toward the steepled cliffs
Known as Gerasene…

And so, all iambics aside, we return to the thrilling days of yesteryear – good wine, great talk and superb company.

This year, are we heading West, young(ish) men, West, to carry on our backs the “Tradita Sunt” which is Gerasene 2010?

I would like to get a consensus on making the trip to the Lickona Domicile – for planning purposes and such.

We’re looking at July 26-28 as a possible dating for the conference. I’d also like to expand the repertoire to other writers we long may have been thinking about all this long Climate-Change-Busting Winter.

I’m also looking to set up a geographically convenient speaker for the conference.

I’m also very much looking forward to it, howsoever it shapes up.

Please let me know your “writerly thoughts become agog as herds.”

(It takes a poet to quote himself with impunity!)

JOB