Monday, March 20, 2006

Write of Spring


First day of Spring sunrise.

Spring is sprung!
The grass is riz!
I wonder where
The flowers is?

Yeah, I know, I do that one practically every year, and here in South Florida there isn’t a heck of a lot of difference between Winter and Spring. The only really noticeable change is that the live oaks are sprouting new leaves, which means the old ones are falling off. So instead of the autumnal ritual of raking leaves, we do it in the springtime. (In autumn we’re usually cleaning up after hurricanes.)

Here’s my favorite spring poem by E. E. Cummings*:

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and
the
goat-footed

baloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

Enjoy!

(* Is it “ee cummings” or “e.e. cummings” or “E.E. Cummings”? Here’s the answer.)