Poetry Friday is hosted by Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup
Today was the kind of Spring day that we wish for all winter long – perfect temperatures, breezes, light, and sky. Even mundane chores like walking the dog, and cleaning off the front porch, became joyful – just because it afforded a chance to indulge in the joy of this perfect Spring Day. So, in that same vein, I share this poem by Billy Collins:
Today by 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.