Signs of Spring...

Climbing trees, sleeping in the stroller after a nice walk, dirty hands and fingernails, going shirtless and shoeless, seeds and pea shoots and plant starts, new garden beds, pile of freshly washed (and previously very muddy) boots sitting by the door, painting white our soon to be working bee hive, wrestling in matching spring time pj's, making dinner on the grill, watching our baby chicks pecking and playing in the garden for the first time...... O SPRING, I adore you.

And so does my favorite poet of all time, the venerable ee cummings, who says it so much better than i.....

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging

a window, into which people look(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things, while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

V

O sweet spontaneous

earth how often have

the

doting

fingers of

purient philosophers pinched

and

poked

thee

,has the naughty thumb

of science prodded

thy

beauty .how

often have religions taken

thee upon their scraggy knees

squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

gods

(but

true

to the incomparable

couch of death thy

rhythmic

lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)