I found myself looking for buds on trees last week as Livia and I walked down the block. Considering it’s still February and I reside in the great state of Nebraska, no buds. Yet I still look for them, long for them, especially in what seems to be the longest, dreariest month of winter.

My brother Andrew sent me a few e.e. cummings poems and this one in particular resonated with my hope and desire for spring. Enjoy.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of allnothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

– e.e. cummings