To the dear and tender poets who grace this site:
It saddens me that neither Walt nor I are able to consistently tend this exquisite poetic garden. But rather than lock the gate, I made the decision (and I hope this pleases our Master Gardener) to offer this one last “prompt.” This will be a perpetual, final prompt.
And “finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.” (Philippians 4:8)
And may I suggest: Write about such things. Right here, write here. Come and go as you please. Know you are precious to us, and your presence is always welcome.