I am surrounded by pretties some call them weeds I always say they are my prettiest bouquet of ee ~~ ~when faces called flowers float out of the ground & breathing is wishing & wishing is having but keeping is downward & doubting & never -~ it’s april (yes,april;my darling) it’s spring! yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be (yes the mountains are dancing together) when every leaf opens without any sound & wishing is having & having is giving~~~~~ ee cummings~ ♥ April is Love Happy National Poetry Month~~!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 18:51:10 +0000