Day 995: Perfect Spring Day

I've been keeping this poem for the red carpet roll-out of a perfect spring day. Well, today is certainly that: the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the sky is blue, everywhere things are beginning to look green again and fanfares of flowers wave their pretty heads. Hurray!



Today - Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.