Spring Colour, Wild flowers

“sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love

 

(all the merry little birds are

flying in the floating in the

very spirits singing in

are winging in the blossoming)

 

lovers go and lovers come

awandering awondering

but any two are perfectly

alone there’s nobody else alive

 

(such a sky and such a sun

i never knew and neither did you

and everybody never breathed

quite so many kinds of yes)

 

not a tree can count his leaves

each herself by opening

but shining who by thousands mean

only one amazing thing

 

(secretly adoring shyly

tiny winging darting floating

merry in the blossoming

always joyful selves are singing)

 

sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love”

— E.E. Cummings