Hello Spring

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

E.E. Cummings

Reflections

… Even under winter’s
tightest fist some light still slips through
to you, and isn’t that a miracle?

From I Know You Love Manhattan But You Should Look Up More Often by Ariel Francisco