SPRING IS HERE! True, given the
super mild winter fact that winter didn’t ever actually come, this is less dramatic than usual. Still, I feel that spring’s arrival must be greeted with all caps to show our appreciation. I am loving running around Eastern Market and watching the trees and gardens come into bloom, although I am secretly concerned that the cherry blossoms are already coming out and I worry that they will be over before our Cherry Blossom 10 Mile race in a couple weeks. Daffodils are by far my favorite spring flower as they first to arrive, the harbingers of spring if you will. These are the especially dense ones that bloom beside our metro stop.
But nothing explains the coming of spring better than this poem.
Spring is like a perhaps hand – E. E. Cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
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
and from 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.
Sigh. I love cummings.
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