As I mentioned yesterday, I am participating in a poem-a-day challenge for the month of April in which I must use a given word in a poem. Today’s word is “Thankful.” The idea for this poem stemmed from a comment my husband made to me about how strange a time we are living in. Thanks to Covid-19, we have been quarantined to our homes for the last 3 weeks and for the indefinite future. There is sickness and death and fear all around us, and yet… Spring is still springing. Birds are chirping, flowers are beginning to bloom, trees are getting greener — all completely oblivious to the horrors happening in the human world. Thinking about this gave me a sense of hope. And this poem was born.