Sunday, March 19, 2017

Seasons happen ... even with trump!

It is a good thing that here in the US elections are held mid-fall.  As depressing as the results were, the holidays, the new year, and now spring, all help ease the pain.  Imagine, on the other hand, if elections had been held in late summer, just as the days are getting shorter--it would have been as if we were headed towards an eternal night from which we might never recover!

Winter ends with today.  Who knows what the maniacal president will tweet about; but, I care not because a new season blooms tomorrow.

Spring is Like a Perhaps Hand
By e.e. cummings

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 from 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.

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