up’s the word.
if up’s the word;and a world grows greener
minute by second and most by more–
if death is the loser and life is the winner
(and beggars are rich but misers are poor)
–let’s touch the sky:
with a to and a fro
(and a here there where)and away we go
it’s brains without hearts have set saint against sinner;
put gain over gladness and joy under care–
let’s do as an earth which can never do wrong does
(minute by second and most by more)
–let’s touch the sky:
with a strange(and a true)
and a climbing fall into far near blue
-e.e. cummings poem 95
4 Comments
Lydia
beautiful poem and words to match-love the updated banner too-spring is definitely peeking around the corner.
Honore
a beautiful post – poem and photos! thanks so much for brightening up our lives. i so love forsythia and have yet to see any in this part of the world…
Cheers~
Anonymous
beautiful poem and such gorgeous shots, Mary.
So lovely to see your spring as we head into Autumn!
Anonymous
beautiful photos and such fitting verse!