Monday, April 4, 2011

Spring is like a perhaps hand (especially here in Utah)

It's tradition for it to rain, blow or snow on General Conference. Every year it proves the same, still I keep holding out that it will be warm. Especially since Thursday and Friday were such lovely days. Yesterdays snow depressed me. Sometimes I miss Blythe weather (did I really just say that?) where there is only 2 kinds -unbearably hot and pleasantly warm. But at least it is bold and firm in what it is. Utah weather is such a tease. Drives me nuts. Spring here is always so tentative. Blossoms here, then cold again. Maybe we won't have cold again--and maybe not. Perhaps. You can never be sure.

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.

--e.e. cummings

Remember April is National Poetry month. Celebrate.

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