Friday, March 6, 2009

in Just-- spring

when the world is mud-
luscious ...

when the world is puddle-wonderful

(lines from ee cummings poem in Just)

This is one of my favorite poems (here is a link if you want to read the whole thing). My mother read it to me when I was little, and I think of it on beautiful spring like days. I feel this poem very strongly today-- my little girls are outside playing in the sunshine and dirt, giggling and having fun. Finally a warm day! I know it won't last--in Michigan we get snow in April-- but I feel blessed to have a moment of spring today.

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