Day 272: Amazement which is Hope

It's the Equinox, the official beginning of Spring here in the Northern Hemisphere. From now, as the earth turns, the days will get brighter and hopefully warmer! 

But more than that. While the earth 'shakes sleep out of her brightening mind: now everywhere space tastes of the amazement which is hope.' EE Cummings captures exactly the buoyant hope and promise of Spring in this poem. Reading it is an exercise in brimming with joy, '(all that was doubtful's certain,timid's bold;old's youthful and reluctant's eager now)' and to receive an injection of its transformative energy.

Happy Spring!

(Read more ee cummings poems on Spring here: O Sweet Spontaneous Earth)

now winging selves sing sweetly - ee cummings

now winging selves sing sweetly,while ghosts(there
and here)of snow cringe;dazed an earth shakes sleep
out of her brightening mind:now everywhere
space tastes of the amazement which is hope

gone are those hugest hours of dark and cold
when blood and flesh to inexistence bow
(all that was doubtful's certain,timid's bold;
old's youthful and reluctant's eager now)

anywhere upward somethings yearn and stir
piercing a tangled wrack of wishless known;
nothing is like this keen(who breathes us)air
immortal with the fragrance of begin

winter is over - now(for me and you,
darling!)life's star prances the blinding blue