Spring has sprung

… How I would like to feel …

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
(e.e. cummings)

… How I’ve been feeling lately …

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land)

… How I feel today …

I am sitting in the middle
Of a very muddy puddle
With my rubbers full of muddle
And my leggings full of mud.

As my jacket and my sweater
Go on slowly getting wetter
As I very slowly settle
To the bottom the mud.

I find that a person with
A puddle in his middle
Thinks of mostly in the muddle
Is the muddiness of mud.
(Author Unknown)