Bob Schwartz

Yesterday, March 21, was the first day of spring here in the Northern Hemisphere (the start of fall in the Southern Hemisphere). Officially the vernal equinox.

It seems to me that the first day of spring used to be a bigger deal. Maybe with so much going on, so many other big stories to pay attention to, you missed it this year. Yet here it is, springy as ever.

Following is a poem by E. E. Cummings.

Happy Spring and Happy Fall wherever you are. Let us try to keep our priorities straight.

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

E. E. Cummings