Much about this now waning winter has felt fraught. From the quotidian to the global, it often seems as if the unpredictable has become the disconcerting norm. Yet, meteorological spring is here, friends; and the vernal equinox is fast approaching.

You are not alone. This message is poetry’s great gift. Other generations, too, have wondered how to find joy in a world on fire, how to spare love for a world seemingly bent on destruction. You are not alone, the poem whispers and lights the way.