spring's green
This past summer I bought my first book of poetry, by e.e. cummings. He wrote a bunch of poems about springtime, a season tinged with joy and childhood memories of spending time at Joy Farms. Three seasons after reading those words, it's finally coming back: spring! I've never been more glad for an arrival.
The quick, pink blossoms on the Jane Magnolias signal green to grace tree branches once more. People flood outdoors by the masses; the grass looks greener, the sky bluer. And the symbolism of it all! The Lord will never not keep his word.
So raise your phones and blast these songs on loud. Spring's here again! (follow)
“in
Spring comes(no-
one
asks his name)
a mender
of things
with eager
fingers(with
patient
eyes)re
-new-
ing remaking what
other
-wise we should
have
thrown a-
way(and whose
brook
-bright flower-
soft bird
-quick voice loves
children
and sunlight and
mountains)in april(but
if he should
Smile)comes
nobody’ll know”