Spring

It is finally Spring here in the Midwest.  There is rain and thunder mixed with bright sun and fresh color.  When I wake I hear the birds chirping, thankful that Spring has finally arrived.

I've been mulling over this poem the last few days, reminds me of rolling green hills, friends, family (with me and those loved and lost) and makes me feel the promise of what's to come.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in

my heart) I am never without it (anywhere

I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

-EE Cummings

 

So in that vein I hope all of you are welcoming not only our changing weather but also the feelings of new life that Spring brings.