O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers
pinched
and
poked
thee
has the naughty thumb
of science
prodded
thy
beauty

how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death
thy rhythmic lover

thou answerest
them only with
spring)

Spring time always makes me want to read E.E. Cummings. So here’s a little Edward Estlin on me, my friends.

This morning when I met my pal Emily to go running she had a few extra things that she had to do in doors, while I was waiting for her I noticed a gorgeous tree in her yard. It was radiating happiness. I walked over to it so that I could enjoy it more fully.  I stood amidst some of it’s low lying branches to feel it’s embrace. The branches were heavy with  white buds that were tipped with pink — just waiting to burst open. I drank  in the spirit of that beautiful tree and told it I thought it was doing a great job. I said a prayer of gratitude for the lovely morning.  My tet a tet with a tree lasted maybe two minutes but it filled me with an ocean worth of happiness. (And if you’re wondering I, like the Native American’s, believe that all living things have spirits – including my friend’s tree – judge me if you feel so inclined, but try it and you’ll see! Those three hugger peeps are on to something!)

Thank you for Spring, Heavenly Father! I do love it!  Oh, and for sending inspiration to the heart of a poet, who in turn, helps give voice to the feelings of wonder in our hearts.

And thank you Jan for capturing it on film. oxoxo!