4/21/2006

in just-SPRING and ENCHANTED APRIL




My ode to spring. This is the poem that comes to my mind every Spring and I share it with you, who art... young at heart.


in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
e.e. cummings
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/cumming1.html

And then there's Enchanted April.



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Every April is a rebirth of the children we were, and in our heart of hearts still are. To a child without many yesterdays, and with a future that seems far away and vague, the great gift of spring is a joyous awareness of NOW.

Sherril said...

puma and Dave,
Yes!!!