|Hepatica buds in the early morning light on Munger trail.|
We discuss them, and then I ask the students to write their own poetic manifestos. They are often a bit nervous about this assignment, as there are almost no guidelines, no limits. They also have to read them aloud to the class on the due date, no excuses, no exceptions. (They practice in small groups first, and then read them to the whole class.) It's always pretty intense and emotional.
Someone usually starts crying while reading or while listening, and before long almost everybody's tear-ducts are working a bit harder than usual.
|Morning dew on mullein leaves, Munger Trail.|