Springtime!
March 20th, 2022

In spite of everything, Crocus blossoms like Ukrainian flags are rising above the rubble and stubble of my neglected flowerbed. I’m reminded of a poem by e. e. cummings:

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee,
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

crocuses copy
-Richard Menzies