I cannot help being a spring/summer person. It takes me some patience to live through winter, especially here on this Northern island where it is quite long.
Spring means days are longer. Spring means more natural light. Spring means ice age will be over. Spring means rebirth. Chance. Life. Spring means I will be going home. Spring means everything is lighter and easier
I stop for a moment and share this beautiful poem by E. E. Cummings. Have a nice Sunday and Spring!
“Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window,into which people look(while
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
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.”
For now all the green inside my place.