spring, ee, me and thee-..

My daffodils are peeking out from the winter-chilled soil, and promise warmer weather and sunshine.

Spring reminds me of a poem by e e cummings--see below.

in Just-

by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)

N Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame baloonman

 

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 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