March 6, 2012

What a busy sky this morning!  A mix of white ragged clouds, slate bottomed ones, some lit pink and darker, some vanishing as I watch, all against a blue made in heaven.  And the yard is full of birds, some I don't recognize, a flock of tiny ones, drab brown, the pair of blue jays zooming around in high spirits, two male cardinals eyeing each other from separate branches, not singing or calling out just sitting there staring.   So many of the birds fly by so quickly no telling what they are, just feathers in a blur, sun sparking off them in a flash of movement.   It's such a lovely morning they are out enjoying it, excited to have sun and new green and warmer days. 

The crepe myrtles are beginning to leaf, their little leaf buds make the branches look like lace, they are so delicate.  The maple leaves have been out several days now and are beginning to look less like dusty green umbrellas and more like leaves.  It's odd how in the fall the leaves at the top of the tree turn first, when they get around to turning, but in the spring the bottoms leaf out first, and bloom first, going through all the stages before the top of the tree.  Already there is less light in the yard, but more than there will be later.  Wish the grass would stay so green, but the more the trees leaf out the less grass lives lacking so much light.  

And I found a poem for today where I know the poet was having the same kind of luscious morning there is this morning and was as glad as I am to have it!

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 love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-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

I am bowled over every time by his enthusiasm, and the surprise of his words, by the so heart opening, brain thundering excitement you can't help feeling down to your curled toes!   This is a day of life and love and wings, and the leaping greenly of spirits, mine and the trees.  And he knows who to thank! 

Have your own day of life and love and wings!