Wrong Season for This, But I'm Missing April (and the Poems), Then Casey Asked If I Could Locate an AnERip Poem (So I Did)

It's summer interviewing time, so I'm on ZOOM with teachers across Connecticut for the 2021 Invitational Leadership Institute, one after another after another after another, hoping to create the best cohort yet. Already I can tell I'm a Director in much luck (once again). 

Crazy winds brought in murky skies and odd humidity for a 58 degree day. So, working inside wasn't too traumatic. In between calls I got more grading done and worked on this weekend's conference (Woot Woot).

But yesterday, Casey texted wondering if I had a copy of Grannie Annie's (AnERip) poem, The Leaving. I knew I did, but it wasn't saved like I thought it was, so I typed it up again. It's more an Autumn poem, but I'll take it, because I grew up on such writing. In fact, when I opened up the handwritten copy I have, an actual leaf fell out (one she pressed to the inside). I felt terrible when I pulled it out and it crumbled into a zillion pieces (that was one old leaf). 

It's another hump-day. 

And I'm heading into another day of calls, grading, and preparation. So, today, I offer a Hynka original.