POEM OF THE DAY -- "In Just-" by E. E. Cummings

Well, winter arrived in a nasty way yesterday here in New England -- grey, cold, gusty wind from the North, driving cold rain, leaves thumping instead of floating...a coating of dirty ice on everything.

I turn to bizarre thoughts of spring.  Who better to guide me in bizarre thoughts than ee cummings, with his poem about the onset of spring.

The waiting begins...

Enjoy!

in Just-

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

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