Spring is like a perhaps hand (E. E. Cummings)

Today has been gorgeous. It was the first time I haven't worn a coat all day. Just glorious.(Perhaps winter has been a tad too long for me this year.)Anyways, this poem by e.e. cummings was immediately appealing to me.

Yesterday was not a good weather day. A bit chilly. So today was exactly as cummings describes: "comes carefully/out of Nowhere". Good deal.

I like how the two single, stand-alone lines make a couplet. "changing everything carefully//without breaking anything." And that makes for a pretty pat definition of spring. Everything is altered, made new. Nothing is broken, since it's all natural, part of a cycle. It's just a shift.

Favorite line: "changing everything carefully"