Spring

The transition seasons, fall and spring, are my favorite. In high school, I read this poem by ee cummings. It has always summed up how I feel about spring. I was thinking about this poem this morning on my drive into work. Each day, I'm noticing more blossoms on the trees, more leaves beginning to peek out from the branches. I've agreed with the poet since reading this, that Spring is like the people who change the mannequins in the shop windows. So, happy Spring everyone.

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.