bits of spring poetry

The first morning of spring:
I feel like
someone else.

--matsuo basho

As my eyes search the prarie
I feel the summer in the spring.

--anonymous, Chippewa Indian

Cherry blossoms
Are quiet
Unlike frogs
Leaping to every

--zaro weil

yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year

both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear

love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april's where we're)

--e.e. cummings

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