Spring is beginning to show itself here in Lancaster, PA. Whether you are experiencing spring or dreaming of it, I think you’ll enjoy this poem. Read it, aloud and multiple times if possible. A full life requires at least a little bit of poetry.
Today
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.
The Other Jennifer Potter 
Warms my heart.
Sent from my iPhone
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